Currently, my wife and I live in United States and are US Citizens. But this incidence dates back to 1961, the time when I was working in a suburb of Bombay, known as Vikhroli. I (Chitamani) was 22, and my wife, Preeti was 19, and we had a year old daughter, Kamala. Preeti was having her periods regularly and had her period on December 4, 1961. When she finished her period on December 9 then on Sunday, December 10, 1961, Preeti and I made love at laest six times in the day and three times in the night! Preeti in those days used to wear just a petticoat, a blouse, and a saree – no bra and no panty. Many times, in our love making, Preeti didn’t remove her clothes, I simply raised her saree and petticoat above her waist and had a fantastic chudai session. Only sad part was that her saree and petticoat used to become very wet under her hips and had to be washed. She didn’t even know about panties at that time. Saturdays used to be my days off, and to get the most for our money every Saturday at 9 AM sharp, Preeti, Kamala and I used to go by local train from Vikhroli to Bhyculla (another famous suburb of Bombay) to shop in the wholesale market for vegetables and fruits. I used to carry Kamala in my lap throughout our journey and shopping, except when Preeti decided to breast feed Kamala. The local train used to be terribly too full, it used to be extremely difficult to get in and there used to be hardly any room to stand up. Invariably every time, Preeti and I ended up entering the same compartment from two different doors, and we ended up at the two ends of the same compartment.
I cannot forget the incidence that happened on Saturday, December 17, 1961. It was terribly cold and Preeti had forgotten to wear a sweater or take a long coat and she was shivering on the platform. But when the train arrived, she got in on one end of the train’s compartment, and I with Kamala ended up on the other end of the compartment. Preeti was surrounded by a lot of people and behind her I could see a handsome young boy who may have been 18 or 19, about 6’6” tall with broad chest and athletic build. Because the compartment had more people in it than there was room for, people had their bodies in close contact, but I could see this young man’s hands in Preeti’s shoulders and his body totally hugging Preeti’s body. My eyes went to this young man’s pants and I saw a bit horizontal tent. Clearly, his lund had become fully erect being so close to an extremely beautiful woman, Preeti. From the horizontal width of the tent in his pants, I became convinced that his fully erect lund was no less than 10”, and from the area at the head of the tent, I could see that his lund was at least 3.5” thick! Suddenly I saw that young man bend down a little on his knees, and it looked like he was rubbing his erect lund on Preeti’s hips. His hands went to Preeti’s blouse, opened the zipper at the back of the blouse and moved his hands to the front to Preeti’s breast and began massaging it. Because of the crowd, I couldn’t move at all and I had to just reluctantly watch what I thought was crualty to Preeti. To my utmost shock, I saw Preeti moaning very faintly and from her body language, I guesssed her moaning : “Aah.. Ohhh.. Shhh.. .” Then I saw that youn man opened the zipper of his pant, and dropped the top of the pant down to his knees and then bent down and lifted Preeti’s saree and petticoat’s part behind her from near the floor of the compartment, all the way up above her waist. I could clearly see his lund was fully erect and as I thought full 10” and 3.5” thick and it went under Preeti’s gaand and touched her choot. I could also see drops of liquid dripping down from Preeti’s choot. To my utmost surprise, next I saw this young man’s lund freely entering Preeti’s choot, and again I saw Preeti was moaning, but this time she was louder and making hand movements. I guessed her moaning based on my reading of her body language: “Aahhh.. Aah.. Ohhh.. Shhh.. Are Mein mar gayi Ye kya gazab kar rahe ho. Are Raam re haaai .. Aahhh.. Aah.. Ohhh.. Shhh.. Shhh.. Shhh.. Shhh.. Aah.. Ohhh.. Shhh.. Shhh.. Maa ree chhhh.. shhhh…" and I saw not only that young man was pumping towards Preeti, Preeti too was pumping back towards him. She was hiding her eyes from me, and so was I. The train stopped at Daadar, but their pumping continued, and more people entered in the compartment and my view got blocked. However, I could still hear parts of their voices. It looks like that both of them ejaculated 10 minutes before Bhyculla station came. Her saree and petticoat fell down towards the floor and his pants got up and zipped up. Because some room had become available, I was able to move a lot closer to Preeti and I overheard Preeti’s voice: “Yes. We return back at 2:30 PM from Bhyculla.” His voice: “Do you travel every Saturday same time to Bhyculla?” Her voice: “Yes. Every Saturday, same time.” His voice, “Where do you live?” Her voice: “Vikhrolli’s railway staff’s ( www.indiansexstories.mobi ) apartment number 7 A.”
When we got down at Bhyculla, I asked Preeti: “Is everything OK? Are you alright.” She replied: “Yes, but it was very crowded and and I am heavily perspiring even in this winter!” I knew that she was perspiring from that heavy duty fucking by that handsome young man. I asked: “That young man who was standing near you, was he well behaved?” Her reply: “Yes, ofcourse, he was a thorough gentleman. His name is Tejram. He wanted to be our friend and wanted to know where we live? I told him. Is it OK that if we see Tejram again, may I invite him for lunch?”
Knowing well that on weekdays the young man must go to school, I said: “We will see. May be Tejram can come on a weekday.” She said: “But you are not home at lunch time on weekdays.” I said: “Its OK. Tejram can come in my absence.” She querried: “But he also wants to meet you.” I said, “Fine, if he comes for lunch, keep him talking after lunch and ask him to wait till I come home at 5PM.
When we returned back from our shopping at the the wholesale market for vegetables and fruits, I saw the same young man at Bhyculla station. I was badly overloaded like a donkey, holding Kamala in my one arm, and a huge load of one paati of bananas, a 40 kilo sac on my back containing five fruits and a lot of vegetables, so I somehow got inside the train, and Preeti got in through the other door of the same compartment, and I saw that young man also jump in right behind Preeti. And then on the way back to Vikhroli, I saw and heard the same drama as I saw and heard in the morning, except this time, I also saw Preeti turn around and kiss that young man on the lip, probably their tongues sucked each other too! I knew that Preeti had developed a very strong crush on Tejram and they probably will do each other’s chudai many times. But, I said to myself, “May be Preeti needs this change for a while, and then she will realize that she loves only me, no one else. And she will return back to being totally faithful to me.”
At home, as we were separating vegetables and fruits for storage in the refrigerator, I told Preeti: “I love you very much.” She replied quickly: “Chintamani, I love you with all my heart. You are my Prince charming, no one else! If I slide in mud, I hope that you will rescue me because of your love and clean me from mud.” I became sure that she was regretting her encounter with Tejram, and I was satisfied that that was the end of that affair.
That week, I came home early at 3:00 PM on Wednesday December 20, 1961to surprise Preeti that I wanted to take her to a movie. I opened the door to my apartment with my keys silently, so as not to wake Preeti up from her afternoon nap. But to my surprise, she and Tejram were lying in our bed without any clothes on and Tejram was on top of Preeti. I angrily said: “So you were enjoying each other to the fullest, while Tejram is waiting for me to come home? Did you have good lunch?”