I am a 37-year-old Maharashtrian man from Pune. I have been married for 12 years. I have two children and live in a decent chawl, having an educated middle-class family. Most have been living here for decades, so everyone knows everyone. There is good friendship among all.
During the annual 10-day Ganesh Festival, our chawl sets up a Ganpati Mandal. We all pray every morning during the Aarti before going to work and again for the evening Aarti. After that, we have community dinner, games and entertainment every evening till Visarjan day.
We dress up in our Hindu/Maharashtrian traditional clothes. All the women in the chawl look like Apsaras in their Paithani or Navwari saris and traditional jewellery. It is a visual treat for all the men who secretly admire the women. They all pass soft comments about some women who they fancy a bit more.
I also have a like for some women and one particular woman who is fair, slightly plump, has long black hair. She usually drapes her sari in Kashta style, wears a Nathni and sports Veni/Gajra in her hair. She even dances very well, especially in Lavni style.
Every evening after the festivities are over, we go to our respective flats. The energy is very high, and the mood is good. I am always sexually charged and want to have sex every time before going to sleep.
My wife looks sexy and is a typical Maharashtrian lady. In my mind, I am fantasizing about the other women in the chawl while I am fondling and squeezing her. Pictures of all the sexy chawl women come to my mind. I enjoy thinking about every one of them.
Once in the bedroom, I grab my baiko (wife) and start feeling her waist under her sari. I kiss my wife deep and all over her neck down to her Mangalsutra Wati and bury my nose in her cleavage. The smell from her armpits is so powerful that it immediately makes my cock tighter.
I am thinking about one chawl woman after another while I undress my wife till she is in her blouse and ghaghra. I take off my clothes and stand only in my underwear in front of her. My cock is fully hard.
I then kiss and lick the light sweat from my wife’s upper back, which tastes salty and sexy and remove her blouse. I go down on my knees and put my head in her ghaghra and start smelling and kissing her pussy. I pull down her panties and go for her wet and juicy pussy and lick, lick, lick.
I enjoy licking her pussy. I put my tongue as deep as I can in her pussy and tongue fuck her. By this time, my cock is longing to come out in the open, so I pull down her ghaghra and remove her bra till she is fully naked.
I stand in front of her and remove my underwear to let my dark, wet, tight cock spring out. She holds it in her hand while I kiss her juicy lips and sniff deeply her armpits. I am thinking about all the sexy women while she is fondling my cock in her soft hands.
I lie down on the bed and order her to suck my wet cock. She gets over me on her knees and puts the head of my dark cock in her mouth, and starts sucking slowly. She licks the tip of my cock and sucks the head of my cock in perfect rhythm. It occasionally goes halfway down on my fully erect tight cock.
The licking, sucking and taking my cock in as deep as she could was making me go crazy. I started taking names of all the sexy chawl women: Gauri, Pradnya, Priya, Antara, Alka…and the list is long. Our chawl has 84 rooms.
Thinking about and taking names of other women while getting sucked by my wife made me come to the point that I was about to burst. But at the last moment, I controlled myself and rested for a minute.
My wife had no problem with me visualizing other chawl women as she knows that it is only a sexual fantasy. I wanted to fuck in different positions, the first being doggy style. I entered her pussy by taking the name of Antara. While fucking I called out to Pradnya.
I then wanted her to ride me while I relaxed on my back. “Alka, Alka, Alka,” I went on while she was pumping. I was now so aroused and wanted to finally shoot out my cum inside her pussy. I made her lie down, and I got on top to fuck her the traditional way.
Gauri and Priya were the names I was calling while fucking my wife. Kissing her, feeling her, smelling her and tasting her, I was building to a climax. I was about to explode in her pussy. But at the last moment, I took out my cock.
I ejaculated in multiple spurts all over her neck and chest, taking her name. “Manjri, Manjri, Manjri.” And I fell on the bed next to her warm, soft and sexy body.
My wife wiped the cum from her body and my cock and gave me a massage near my scrotum area. It feels divine after the ejaculation. She then fingered my ass and lightly fondled my balls. It was so very relaxing that I was in a trance. She gave me a glass of water and fed me a dink-cha-ladoo, and I fell into a deep sleep.
This was a daily routine during the 10 days of the Ganpati Festival and it is always the best time of the year for us. It brings out the best of social, sexual, food, and clothes.
We also celebrate all other Hindu festivals, like Diwali, Holi, Govinda, Gudi Padwa, etc., in our chawl. Each festival has its own story filled with community living and sweet fantasies. These are fulfilled time and again by my sexy, loving and understanding Maharashtrian wife.
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