Indian Gay Erotica of a Sage’s Gay Wife: 1
Indian Gay Erotica: Hi guys, this is Edward again. The last story was about my uncle. I would like to give you some perspective. I lost my virginity to him. The night I lost my virginity, I couldn’t walk the next day. It pained a lot.
I stayed in bed and faked an illness. He brought me dinner and took care of me. He used to apply lukewarm water to my ass crack. While doing so, he occasionally rolled his tongue along the margins. I would moan, and then he would come up to me, wrap me near his chest and kissed me. I used to feel warm and comfy.
My ass slowly healed. I could move. He was nervous, that he would hurt me again. After begging him many times, he fucked me sweet and slow. Soon my ass smoothed out and I could take him fast. But he never became rough.
Till the next one month, we had sex every day and I fell asleep in his arms. But like all happiness, it did not last.
One day when I returned home, I heard that he was being called for an urgent assignment to a foreign branch office at Singapore. My heart broke. I barely spoke to him that day. When night fell, he came and sat near me.
“Don’t fixate on me”, he said, “Now is the time for you to explore.” I looked at him confused. “What we had was amazing, and I will always love you. But you need to step out. Explore the world. Find someone who truly satisfies you.” I did not know how to respond. That night we couldn’t have sex. We just cuddled and slept. Next day he left.
Days passed. Nothing happened. I was getting horny with every passing day. I used to surf the net, watch porn, even tried some online dating. Nothing seemed to work. I grew lonely day by day. But somebody had already noticed it. It was about a couple months later when the priest who had done the last puja came to visit us.
Our family respected him a lot. He was considered to be eminent. He was in his middle age. He was fair in complexion and was lean. I had not noticed him before. But when I saw him that day, I could not help myself. I glanced at him. He was toned. He wore a traditional dress, of kurta and pyjama. He was to go out on a pilgrimage and had made a temporary stop at our house.
His eyes had a unique charm. We had lunch together. He was sitting next to me. As I got up after having food, he glanced at me and asked: ” How is your uncle?” Nothing was odd to the question, but I felt something in his tone. The thought slipped past. My dad invited him to stay over the weekend, and he agreed.
That night, everybody was making sleeping arrangements. The priest was considered to be a “Maharaj” and thus given a single room of his own. My mom asked me to deliver water to his room. I knocked on his door with a glass of water and warm milk. He asked me to come in. He was lying on the bed, bare-chested.
He had slight hair on his chest. I could see his biceps. He was wearing a saffron dhoti. After I placed the water and milk on the side table, I was about to leave, when he spoke from behind, “To patni ki jagah, swami chahiye tumhe..” I froze.
I didn’t even have the courage to look back. I started sweating all over. “Please don’t be shy.”, he had a husky voice. “Come sit near me.” I had no choice but to obey him. I slowly walked to the bed and sat next to him.
“I saw what happened that day.”, he said. I looked down. I didn’t know how to respond. “Do you also admire other men, or is your uncle the lucky one ?”, he asked. I kept quiet. “Please answer dear..”, he urged. “I have never been with anyone else,” I muttered.
He ran his fingers along my face. “Do you want to be a wife?”, he asked. I looked a bit towards him and nodded slightly. “Please don’t be nervous. Meet me when others are asleep. “Then I slowly got up and started leaving. “You know, if you don’t obey, you will have consequences…right?” he said in a commanding voice. I said nothing and left.
The next hour of my life was the longest to date. I kept tossing in bed until I confirmed that everyone was asleep. I then slowly got up and entered his room. The door was open. He smiled at me. He looked at me and ran his hands through my smooth body.
“This is your parent’s room right?”. I nodded. “Open your mom’s almirah and choose something.” Although I had been nervous till then. I got a bit excited. This was like a fantasy I had long had. I had always wanted to be a woman. A beautiful woman.
So I went and started choosing from my mom’s collection. I discovered a laced translucent bra. I never knew my mom was kinky. I was surprised. As I saw searching for a saree, he got up and pulled a bright red one from the lower shelf. I saw and recognised it. It was the one my mom wore on her wedding day. ” Do you know how to wear them ?”, he asked. I refused.
Then he helped me put on the bra. It was a bit big for me. Still, he managed to help me put the hooks. I asked him to turn around and slid the panty up. I wanted it to be a surprise for him. He then helped me a lot with my saree. I then asked him to sit and went into the bathroom.
I saw myself in the mirror. I could not recognize myself. I looked beautiful. I looked for my mom’s makeup kit. I put on some powder and some kajal on my eyes. I put on a beautiful mangalsutra around my neck that my mom used to wear on her anniversary. I also put on a pair of earrings. I then put the waist chain on.
Then I looked in the mirror. I looked like a newlywed. Dressed in red. My navel and waist was curving beautifully. I had red lipstick put on. My blouse was laced on my smooth soft back. I blushed a lot looking at myself. The mangalsutra fell on my boobs.
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As I walked the bangles in my hand made a soft hum. I felt complete. came out of the bathroom. He was sitting on the bed. He looked at me and smiled. He got up and walked towards me. He took out some sindoor from my mom’s box and pulled me close gently. Then he applied it in a small elegant line on my forehead.
“Aaj se aap meri biwi hui”, he said softly. Tremors ran through my body. I had never felt like this before. Lust slowly started taking over my body. He made me lie on the bed and spread my arms.
Then he took out honey from his bag and dripped it over my lips, all the way down to my cleavage. Then his lips slowly pressed against mine and he started sucking the honey off them.
