Suma's sexual paradise Part II

                                     SUMA’S SEXUAL PARADISE PART II

I woke up at 10 am and freshened up. I put on my tracksuit. I selected the navy blue one from the three we purchased yesterday for one reason. I did not put on my panties, and when I get wet (I am bound to, since my plan was to seduce the gym trainer), the wet patch would be readily noticeable in the light grey coloured track suit and would cause embarrassment when coming back.

I told my mother-in-law that I was going to the Gym and went on my scooter.

When I entered the gym, it was deserted like yesterday. He was alone. He greeted me cordially.

We went in. He told me to do some stretching and bending exercises. I acted as if I didn’t follow his instructions and purposely made mistakes. Finally, I told him to come and hold me and show me the correct way. He hesitated; I told him I didn’t mind him touching me.

He stood behind me, held my hands, and was bending me to one side. I moved a few inches back until my generous buttocks were brushing his crotch. He moved little forward, and I could distinctly feel his cock jump. Soon it was not jumping; it became hard, and it felt like a hot iron rod was scorching my buttocks. Now my cunt was producing juices, and I began to sweat not from physical exertion alone.

Then he came in front of me, asked me to stretch my hands, gripped my fingers with his, and together we bent sideways. There was no way my generous boobs could escape from pressing onto his chest. His hard-on was rubbing warmly on my abdomen. He reluctantly let go of me after some time.

“Would you like to try a steam bath?” he asked me. I nodded.

He took me to one of the rooms. “You remove your clothes; you can keep your underclothing on. Wrap the towel and go into the steam bath room, open the steam to a comfortable level, and sit and relax,” he explained to me.

“I am nervous; this is the first time I am doing this. Can you accompany me into the steam room? ” I asked him.

He gulped and nodded.

“But I am not wearing panties today,” I told and smiled seductively. He also smiled.

“Yes. I noticed” he said and blushed and said hurriedly” Don’t worry. Our towels are long enough, they cover almost up to the knees”.

So I noticed yesterday and brought my own towel, which is shorter; in fact, it barely covers cunt.

“Is it OK if I use my own towel?” I asked him coquettishly. Again, he nodded.

I closed the door and removed all my clothes, put them in the closet, wrapped my towel, hesitated, and opened the door. He almost fainted when he glanced at my smooth skin, bulging boobs, one-inch nipples pushing the towel, and if he had knelt, he could have seen my cunt also.

“Sumaji, is it alright if I come in my underwear? My dress will get wet,” he asked.

I nodded, and he stepped out of his clothes. His strong, muscular body was a delight to watch. His cock was straining at his underwear and making a tent. I walked in front of him and could feel his eyes boring into my buttocks. There was a tiled bench, and I purposely bent to clean the surface, though there was no need to give him a generous view of my buttocks. Then I turned to face him.

He was already sweating even though the steam was not yet opened. He motioned me to sit. I sat and pressed my thighs together. From where he was standing, my cunt would be in shadow, but my boobs and nipples would feast his eyes once I am drenched in steam.

He opened the steam and explained to me the procedure, and white mist filled the room. I was disappointed, since this obstructed the view and we could not see each other clearly. After a certain time, he shut off the steam and went out. I sighed, went out, dried myself, and put on clothes.

He smiled at me when I emerged. “Hope you enjoyed, Mrs. Suma ji,” he asked.  

I said yes and asked if he could give a massage tomorrow. He said it would be an honour and a pleasure.

I went home, and Rajesh and Prakash fucked me again at different times. My cunt kept on oozing as I thought of the next day’s program at the gym. When Rajesh asked how the Gym was, I acted as if it was boring and tiring.

From that day, I applied for two weeks' leave until Rajesh would go back to Canada. I got up leisurely. Prakash came and fucked me while I was sleeping like yesterday. I washed his cum thoroughly, took a shower, and went back to the gym.

Vijay(that was the gym instructor’s name) was waiting anxiously, nervously. He almost hugged me. He closed the door and locked it from inside. We went through the motions of exercise like yesterday. I did not want to show my eagerness for a massage. When he suggested, I put on a show of resistance, then went and, like yesterday, came out wrapped in a mini towel. He was also in his underwear and a tent.

As I lay on my stomach on the massage table, his hands were shaking slightly as he shifted and removed the towel. Now I was naked like a fish on a slab. He took some oil and rubbed it on my back, kneaded, tapped, and pulled at muscles, and his fingers worked magic, and my body responded like a musical instrument in the hands of an expert musician. My cunt flowed like a river as he started squeezing my buttocks. I instinctively felt he was itching to insert fingers in my anus and was resisting the impulse.

When he completed the massage on the back, he tapped me to turn over. When I turned over, his eyes bulged as he looked at my boobs and prominent, smooth cunt mound. He could not stop squeezing, kneading my tits, and reluctantly moved down to my flat stomach and again stuck at cunt mound.

I did not have the patience to let him complete massaging my thighs, I got up, pulled his underwear, grabbed his cock, and gobbled it up. As he held my head in both hands and was moaning loudly, I sucked his hot cock. In between, I would take it out and lick the length of his cock with bulging veins and his lemon-sized balls.

His body shivered like a malarial patient’s when I licked his dick head. He was surprised when I almost took his entire cock in my mouth; his dick head was tingling at the back of my throat. I took him out again and spat liberally on his shaft and again sucked. I increased my pace when I could sense he was about to cum. I wanted him to cum in my mouth, but I hesitated since he might think of me as a shameless whore.

So, reluctantly, I took it out and let him spill hot liquid on my boobs and stomach. Then we went and had a shower. He was thorough. He rubbed and rubbed and removed all traces of oil. I could feel my skin glowing. After we came out and dried ourselves, he licked my cunt and slurped all my juices.

I did not allow him to fuck. For some strange reason, I thought it amounted to cheating when my hubby was in India. Though I was fucked by other cocks, they have been fucking me for a long time now. I did not want to be fucked by a fresh cock when he was still in India.

I told him the same thing. He was disappointed and asked when he would leave. I told him that he would leave in another 10 days and that I would be out of the station and would return after my hubby left.

He was crestfallen. I gave him one more blow job, allowed him to boob fuck me, and this time I swallowed his cum. It was delicious, like the housekeeping boy Raju’s. I put on a face as if I could not take out my mouth in time, ran to the bathroom, and acted as if I threw up. We did petting for some time, and then he reluctantly let me go.

I came home to find Rajesh waiting for me impatiently. He reserved seats to Delhi on an evening flight. My mother-in-law protested that in a few days my birthday was due and that we should celebrate at home. Rajesh laughed and said that he remembered very well, and he would give a fabulous gift that I would always cherish.

My mother-in-law was giving a puzzled look as we left for the airport. I asked him what the gift was.

He smiled and said it was a secret. He also refused to divulge why we were going to Delhi. 

When we got down, we were very warmly received by a couple Mrs and Mr. Saigal. She was gorgeous with a milky white complexion, heavy tits, a slender waist, and hips almost as big as mine. She hugged me not like a stranger but like a lover, crushing her tits on mine and planting a very wet, sloppy kiss on my cheek, and told me I was more beautiful than she imagined. I wondered what she meant.

Finally, after hugging and backslapping, the formalities of Rajesh and Mr. Saigal were over, and he introduced them to me.

“Suma, they are my best friends in Canada. Jeet and Alka. She is my beautiful wife, Suma,” he conducted introductions. We said hello, smiled, and walked towards their car.

Jeet sat in the driver's seat, Rajesh sat next to him, and Alka sat in the rear.

“How well do you know Rajesh? He never mentioned you?” I asked Alka. She smiled.

“Very well. He has been fucking me for many years.” Alka was not whispering.

“Shhhh. Your husband might hear you.” I tried to caution her. She burst out laughing.

“Have you heard that, Jeet? She says you might know that Rajesh fucks me,” she said, laughing. All of them joined her.

“Suma dear, your hubby has fucked me in front of my hubby, with my hubby, and also without my hubby. Countless times. We planned a foursome with you. He tells us you had a few years back, but were reluctant to do so in India. So, we asked him to come over to our place.”  She told me as a matter of fact.

I was embarrassed and angry. The least Rajesh could do was to inform me or prepare me for the shock.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I hissed under my breath.

“Come on, Suma. You would not have come. You have reservations about 4 sums in India.” He told me.

Though I kept an angry face, inwardly I was thrilled. My mind was already playing images of Jeet fucking my ass and my licking his white ass. He was fair like a European. In the airport, I recalled how he was stripping me and gauging my boobs and cunt with his X-ray eyes.

Rajesh turned back and grabbed Alka’s boob and squeezed. She playfully slapped his hand, removed it, and placed it on my tit.

“You know what, Suma? Alka has a fetish. She wants to get fucked in public places. I had a tough time choosing places where passing traffic and horny men won’t bother us.” Rajesh told me enthusiastically.

Contd...

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