I love fucking women of various age groups and various walks of life. I believe sex must be always consensual and enjoyed fully rather than force. So this story was submitted by one of my reader fans who told me the outline. She asked me to construct a story about the real incident that happened to her.

So now in her own words. I’m telling you before only this is going to be a long story, maybe in 2 or 3 parts. I advise you to read with patience and enjoy it as it describes the actual things that happened rather than only sex as many stories have.

Hello, I’m Laxmi Goyal a 26-year-old housewife married to Bharath 3 years back. Ours was an arranged marriage and I was bought up in a very conservative atmosphere thanks to my parents. But my life changed completely after marriage. I’ll tell you how.

On the marriage night, I was a virgin which is nothing surprising. So it was decided after marriage to go on honeymoon to Goa a popular tourist destination. This is where things changed.

We booked a plush resort there. The first day was a decent fuck at night with my saree on. My hubby loves to fuck me with saree on as he feels it makes an Indian woman complete to look. But his kinky side was exposed when he told me to wear a bikini the very next day.

I straight away refused as I had never even seen one in real, forget about wearing. He persuaded me telling to look around and see so many people wearing them. I reluctantly agreed but wrapped a shawl around it. I stayed as close to my husband as possible.

I forgot to tell you about my body. It’s milky white, quite busty with flesh at proper places, boobs to die for. A flat flawless belly with a deep navel at the center. My hubby told me on our marriage night that I must be every man’s dream to fuck as are other girls from my community.

So the shawl was doing little help to my body. I found single men (even some husbands) on the beaches ogling at me from far and near. My face itself was enough to leak precums making me blush red and bury my face into my husband’s arms.

But I noticed Bharath for the first time enjoying the men stare at me. I was shocked rather surprised. I asked him that night about it. He told me that.

“Dear Laxmi, sex is a different emotion from love. See I love you no doubt but sex is a totally different sensation. Its motive is pure pleasure. Everyone has their kinkiest fantasy buried in their minds which never comes out. unfortunately especially in India.”

I listened to him like a school c***d. So the next day he persuaded me to remove that shawl around me and not to worry whatever happens. He won’t feel bad or anything. So there were more eyes on me that day than the previous. I noticed a few young boys and foreigners.