I want to share how my dream came true and how happy I am now. Let me start with an intro. I am Sharmila, 32 from Thane, Maharashtra. We stay in an apartment on Pokhran road.
I was born and brought up in Benagluru, Karnataka by my parents who are in fact vary rich. My father is a businessman. I have a younger brother who is seven years younger to me. Our house at Jayanagar in Bengaluru is very big with five rooms, garden and all facilities. I studied my schooling at National College, Basavanagudi and finished my BSc at National College Jayanagar. Now let me tell more about my looks. I am rather a very beautiful to look at, plum healthy body, long hair, black wide eyes. My good or say bad luck was my boobs. I have inherited my breasts from my mother, who has not just very big, but huge pair. I started developing my breasts at very young age of 11 as soon as I had my puberty. When I finished my 10th standard my size was 34+. My bad luck was and is that I am unable to wear bra. The starts just cuts my skin on shoulder, leaves rashes and red blisters on back when I fit the buckle. That is due to over sensitive skin and allergy to elastic material.
With it celebrated freedom my boobs grew bigger and bigger day by day. When I was in tenth I had 36 Size. My mother advised me to use a poncho or sweater to cover. But still many ogled at me on road and college. Fortunately I was in a ladies college. Still many girls were either passing lewder comments or try to seduce me for lesbian sex. But somehow I avoided all of them.
Due to the weight my rib cage below boobs were always hurting me and I drastically wanted to reduce the size, but was shy to ask someone else. I googled and read that I have to massage self-upwards, and in gyrating motion with pressure daily. So on bed I started to try these exercise. But that lead to another issue. While I was pressing my own boobs automatically my other hand was going inside my panties and rubbing my clitoris. I was getting sleep only after several orgasms. Then it became a habit. I had also read that masturbation is not bad at all. So there was no stopping. I enjoyed myself daily night several times.
I finished my BSc in my 21st birthday. I wanted to study MSc. But my dad had peculiar ideas. He was always business minded. 24 hours was not sufficient for him in his business. My mom was also fed up and was depressed. I have an younger brother who is nine years younger to me. We loved each other. I always had some doubt if my brother is really born to my dad. I had seen few photos of some uncle in mom’s collection few quite intimate. With my father spending whole time in business, meetings etc, it was quite possible but I never dared to ask mom. I loved my brother too much that I didn’t want to hurt him or my mom by asking such questions. At that time I was 20 and my mom was 43. I always smelt that my mom was still very active in sex. Because many times when I returned home in the afternoons the door opening was taking lot of time and then I could see one Mr Babu Rao, a handsome very healthy ladies tailor down the lane used to be at home. I just use to go to my room after wishing Babu Uncle. Few days in a week I could also see one of my neighbor Col Bhaskar at my house when I returned early from College. The undone hair and makeup would tell the entire story. To support these circumstantial evidences, in my mom’s wardrobe there were few tubes of Ky-Gel, which I gathered from Google, is a lubricant used during sex and also two more bottles called 2for Tango which also I could know from Google are used by male and female to prolong the course of mating. That proved how my mom was enjoying her life.
Despite seeing my mom’s activities, my own craving for sex did not result in having any sexual experiences with any. I don’t know I just waited for my hero who would come on a white horse on a full moon night, hold my hand and love me immensely.
Though I wasted to study further my dad had his business only in view. So he decided himself that I should marry son of one of his rich client at Mumbai. Always I had different dream of Mumbai. A great city with big malls, beach, night life, roaming in car, visiting all nearby places etc., like all girls of my age. To be true the selected groom was not bad to look at. So my marriage took place shortly thereafter.
My first night was arranged in Windsor manor, a post hotel in Benaluru. I was ecstatic about my first night experience. Was hot imagining how we may hug, we may kiss and how in a romantic way I lose my virginity. I felt wet to think of how hot and thick his ejaculation would fill my inner body and soul. After wishes from relatives and friends we set off to the hotel. We reached and checked in to the honey moon suite at about ten. My mom had purchased dozens of most sexy revealing baby dolls, net gowns for me. As I said earlier I never wore bra. So in washroom I changed to a sky blue net nightie which had plunging neck down up to my navel.
I sat on the cot in a cinematic style while my husband, Mr Suresh also changed and poured two glasses of drinks and brought to me saying that we have to celebrate our night. I could not say no and after a boast we finished one glass. He continued his second, and then third. I went to him and hug him from behind. He was not very responsive. He told that because of marriage function he was very tiered and then went to deep slumber, snoring within minutes.
I could not sleep for long time. But I believed that he may be tiered and could sleep after midnight. Early morning I thought of waking him for our first mating. I put my hand between his legs and try to excite him. Surprisingly his tool was so small as that of a school boy. He opened his eyes and got annoyed as I disturbed his sleep. But I continued to fondle his shaft. His seeds were also too small like that of glass marbles which children play. He got mild erection and I was excited to feel it semi hard. I continued and within a minute my hot became moist, not wet and he was back to his sleep. I immediately realized that he had problem of ED and also small penis. I could not even think of what to do. Tears flowed freely on to the pillows.
I waited in anticipation of things to improve for three months. When I still remained virgin even after sex months, I confided in my mother. She came to Mumbai and discussed with me. First lesson she told me was to dress sexily to get him attracted which will help to get excitation. We went to Ram Maruthi Road in Thane and bought a dozed nighties, all with plunging neckline, transparent and few baby dolls. Mom asked me to keep all my silk saris in cupboard and bought me all net, chiffon and georgette saris. Got stitched backless, halter neck, deep cleavage blouses and threw away the old ones. She compelled me to get tattoo on boob and navel. The tattoo girl increased the size of my areola, perked up the nipple to the size of a black berry. It was paining but I knew it would subside. She was a good in teaching how to seduce. Was she telling me with her own experience? I didn’t know.
I was taken to a posh beauty parlor. Whole body hair removed by laser including private parts. Now I was looking like a baby with no growth anywhere. I was a new woman, ready to seduce my husband and ready to lose my virginity.
But the doors of my luck didn’t open soon. I had to wait longer. Few days later my husband told me that he will be going on a business promotion trip to Europe, Canada and US, it would take three months. He told that if I feel lonely I can go to Bengaluru to stay with my mother. I preferred to stay put at my house as I didn’t want to disturb my mother’s afternoon activities with Babu and Bhaskar. She was too thirsty for sex and could not wait even for a day. I did not want to see my mom enjoying her time and I still remain virgin. So I stayed back at Mumbai.
Two days after mu hubby left India he sent a message saying that one of his close friend had invited both of us for baby shower of his wife on 9th of that month. He asked me to go and attend and also to give a good present to the would be parents. He had ordered online for a pearl necklace to the lady and watch to his friend. I remembered to have seen them once few months back and also had spoken to the woman. Yes, her name was Sujatha and husband was Praveen. Both were from Punjab. I recollected that she was good to look at but bit dark and skinny. I was always appreciated lean ladies as I had problem of heavy boobs.
So, on 9th I hired a cab and went to the address given at seven in the evening. There were no guests at all near the house. I rang the bell and my husband’s friend opened the door. I introduced myself and told that his friend had asked me to attend the baby shower of Sujatha. He laughed and told that it was over on 7th. I then realized that there was a miscommunication in sending the date. Anyway I handed over the gift to him and wished all the best to the couple. He asked me to be seated and told that Sujatha has already left to her parents’ house for delivery which was due two months later. So, he was alone and he himself offered tea but I refused as I didn’t want to r him. So he made two wine glasses and brought with some snacks. Though I was not much used to taking drinks, I didn’t refuse as I realize that he was feeling lonely. We took two glasses and after few general talks he asked my phone number and told that he would tell Sujatha to speak to me. Just then it started raining outside. So I had to sit for some more time. All along I could see his gaze was right on my bosom. It was a practice for me to wear plunging neck blouse and no bra which I have already explained. My belly was also clearly visible. I looked at him and could not stop appreciating how handsome and healthy he was.
Rain reduced and I got up to leave. But the gentleman he was offered to drop me home. I could not say no not only due to rain and late hours but I had taken three glasses of wine and felt unsafe to to go in a taxi. He took out his Scoda car. It was half an hour drive. I was bit drowsy and all along I didn notice my pallu had fallen and was resting on my thighs. So, my huge boobs with deep plunging nek was completely visible for his view. Once I did notice his eyes often on my boobs but did not try to cover them up. Somehow inexplicably my body was warming up even in that rainy night. We eached safely and I told him my flat number asking as a formality to drop in. He told he would certainly come but on some other day.