In continuation of my biographical episodes which I wrote earlier, let me tell about a particular rainy day which I cannot forget for the rest of my life. Yes, we had fixed to meet at 2PM. But it suddenly started to rain that day at around 1 PM and did not stop. You know the rains of Mumbai. For that week my husband, Shashidhar, had gone to Bangalore along my kids, to attend a marriage of his sister’s daughter. I pretended sick and did not go. The telephone was dead. I had no way of contacting, Babulal, my darling tailor that he was. I waited impatiently till 6PM and could not wait any more. I left the house with an umbrella and went to Hanuman Chowk in Mulund where he had his shop. The shop was closed. I was fuming with anger and lust. I came back in an auto. I switched the geyser and took hot water bath. Then I was about to prepare coffee, at around 7.30 PM when the bell rang.
It was still raining cats and dogs. When I opened the door, Babulal was there, fully drenched. I was angry and did not talk. But he came in and in that fully wet dress he was still looking good. He told that he was also trying hard to come but due to heavy rain he was not getting any auto. As the water was still hot I asked him to change and take bath. I gave my husband’s lungi and a towel. He went to the bath room and took bath. He came out wearing lungi. I took out his wet clothes and put them in the drier of washing machine. When I went to prepare coffee, I remembered that my husband had kept some Vodka in the house. I thought of tasting it and if he asks I can tell that the bottle fell and broke. With this I took the bottle and two glass, along with some napkin. Babulal was pleasantly surprised. I tasted it for the first time, but slowly I liked. We exchanged the drink from our mouth while kissing. I put some vodka in my vagina and he drank it licking it like a cat. We had around 3 to 4 pegs. It was around 8.30 then.
I got up and prepared some sandwiches, for dinner. Then we had one more strong peg. We must have kissed a record number of times and a record duration each time. We undressed and he pounced on my boobs like a hungry tiger. I welcomed him with my open arms and mouth. Kissing biting, pinching each other we were in the highest level of arousal. I was overflowing with my love juices, wetting my thighs. I widened my thighs and pulled him on to me. His great instrument went slowly and fully his big tennis balls touching either sides of my thighs. We hug tightly for a long time me feeling him fully in me. We made love the whole night several times. Each time it was more than the earlier one both in time and volume of ejaculation. We had no sleep for the whole night. Early in the morning at 5 I reluctantly got up and prepared tea. We took bath together and I pressed his clothes. We mated once more, before he left at 9.00AM.