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The guard immediacy closed the door and discreetly vanished in to his guard's room by the side of the imposing main gate. At last her aged and domineering in laws were going away for two weeks. She felt liberated and happy, being left alone to indulge in whatever she would like to explore.

She has been waiting for this coveted moment for long. Rajendra, her 50 years old husband was a strict disciplinarian and an absolutely dry businessman, forever immersed in making money. Every Indian wife group sex, he gave her a good sum to manage house hold and spare him to concentrate on his booming and yet risky construction business.

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Her son Kamal and daughter Nita were at university hostels in Pune. Whenever at home, being energetic youngsters, they kept to themselves with their interests and peers. They adore her in their own way, attending to their sundry needs Indian wife group sex some much needed cash she used to lovingly part with. Sandya did not like and forcefully opposed the weird idea of Rajendra to hire private detectives to keep a watch on activities of Kamal and Nita.

She came from very liberal family of educationists and administrators who gave her ample freedom as a teenager. Rajendra was a very handsome, bright Indian wife group sex promising young man, the only son of a businessman. Sandya met and liked him during a marriage of a cousin sister in Mumbai.

One thing led to other; within six months they got Indian wife group sex and she shifted from Chennai to Delhi. Their Honeymoon over; she was devastated and heartbroken, when Rajendra tersely told her to be just a devoted housewife, taking care of his parents, and stop appearing for any job interviews, as his parents were against their daughter in-law working for mere few thousands rupees.

Her world crumbled down, made her very angry at increasingly self-centered husband and even contemplated divorcing him. But nobody in her immediate family had ever indulged in such things, as bad and unthinkable as a divorce. Moreover, her parents were heart patients and would have never survived such a devastating calamity of their dear daughter divorcing her husband. Slowly she reconciled to her life as mother of two cute kids and an obedient daughter in-law.

Seemingly Demure and docile looking Sandhya has in fact been troubled and conflicted about few secrets Indian wife group sex her life. One involved a mystery about who actually fathered her son!

Few things- very good and bad had happened during her first visit to Chennai, about six months after her marriage. While, meeting her close friend Geetha and old flame Suneel were so nourishing and memorable, something horrible also happened at Chennai, which was very degrading and forgettable. Sandhya erased bad memories and cherished what she liked and enjoyed remembering again and again.

But she always felt neglected as a Indian wife group sex and wife. Rajendra was becoming a mere money making machine. They had never gone for any holiday, except attending dreary family functions and many crowded marriages across India.

Sandhya stepped in to living room and inhaled deep, feeling happy to be alone for few days. She had already asked her maid to enjoy a paid leave. Lost in her deep thoughts; closed the door of the large, specious lobby, slowly climbed the staircase, leading to her own bedroom.

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Her thoughts drifted to Geetha and Suneel and the old memories come flooding her mind. She distinctly remembered those twenty years old moments, still fresh in her memory, like everything had only happened yesterday. It's so bad that Suneel had migrated to Canada with his wife and kids. She wished he was here to make wild love to her, whenever possible. She sighed loudly; growing itching in her clitoris, instinctively guided her hand to touch the wet vaginal lips through fabric of her chiffon sari, petticoat and panty.

But that was not enough and being alone, decided to be more adventurous, as Indian wife group sex has been before. She thought that the time has come to sooth the itch in her warm, flowing cunt, leisurely.

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Sandhya could not masturbate for about a week. And now remembering meeting Geetha and Suneel in Chennai and what happened thereafter pushed her in to pleasurable, lustful state of arousal. Sandhya reached her bedroom, deliberately left the door open, switched the air conditioner on, quickly removed her chiffon sari and proudly looked in the large mirror, round breasts with large grape sized nipples looked back at her, sensed a string of warm flow oozed out of her excited, swollen Indian wife group sex.

Moving closer to the mirror, her hand swiftly went back to unhook the stifling blouse. Black bra still held her swollen globes tightly. A strong pull on the draw string, brought the petticoat down on Indian wife group sex, exposing luscious thighs. A wet spot was visible on black panty.

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She turned her back towards the mirror and admired the fleshy roundness of buttocks. The right hand instinctively swung to slap her behind.

But why that horrible degrading experience comes back so often to haunt her in her dreams and yet make her excited and wet! A belt hitting the soft flesh of her Indian wife group sex Why she felt compelled to relive moments of her sordid degrading experiences? Within no time, panty and bra were gone too. For Sandhya, it felt so good to be alone, nude and naughty in her house. She sat on the bed, opened the bed side drawer and took out her black real penis like dildo, precious gift Indian wife group sex her dear old friend Geetha.

About ten inches of good quality latex covered penile replica has been her constant pleasurable companion. It was about double in length and thickness, as compared to cock of her husband and so handy, always reliable to give her explosive orgasms on demand.

She lied down on the bed, closed her eyes and smelled its bulbous knob.

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Musty aroma of her cunt juices felt so delicious. Her heart rate quickened, tongue leaped and started to lick the head, pushing tongue lobe in the large eye.

To check the battery, she pushed the on button under one ball, it come alive and whirred in her trembling hand. Her cunt was already flooded with wetness and a thick trickle of juice was moving down, now reaching her asshole. Sandhya parted her thighs wider and touched the vibrating head on her hardened tits; other hand touched her sensitive clitoris.


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