Chapter 1

It all started two weeks ago...

I was an Indian girl staying in the United States for the past six months married to an Indian software professional. We had everything. A large house, a car and all the money to spend but still I felt I was missing something in my life. My husband hardly paid any attention to my needs. I was always left wanting for more. My desire was never fulfilled and I felt it was high time that I should do something regarding it. Whenever my husband was out I got myself porn movies, erotic stories vibrators and dildoes and played out all the fantasies I could think about. Sometimes I was a cop who was brutally assaulted in her ass, sometimes a nurse who was giving a cancer patient the juiciest blowjob of his life. But my most favourite pastime was that when I dressed up as bride with the sluttiest make-up and jewellary to accompany me. I spend hours in front of the mirror getting the effect right and when I played with my pussy there was no stopping me. The large dildo was usually the cock I always needed while a vibrator was posted in my ass. I had mind blowing orgasm and I flooded the bed with my cum but what I wanted was cum on my red juicy lips, on my face, on my pussy and in my ass. I wanted that someone should just tear me apart with his large pole, fuck my ass so much that it becomes red and raw. But I knew that it was never to be true. And I was damn afraid. It was good only in fantasies not in real life.

It was a Sunday evening. My husband Rakesh was home that evening not doing his overtime in the office. I had a marathon sex tourney with him but I was left deeply unsatisfied. His cock was neither big nor too fat to give me the pleasure but still I faked pleasure.

I was in the kitchen preparing the dinner when I saw him coming in.

'Yana, tomorrow we have a small party in our office and you are invited by my boss Mr. Jordan. So dress real good. There will be lot of guys around you know. I just wanna make them jealous.'

I nodded somewhat apprehensively. I rued the fact that tomorrow I will miss out my game.

At night as I sat in front of the mirror combing my hair I thought of Mr. Jordan. He was a massive sized coloured American, a kind of man who would be ideal to fuck me. But I brushed aside the thought. He was married with five kids and was a complete family man. His wife Jenny was an angel. They had helped me a lot to adjust to the American way of living.

The next evening I was ready to prepare myself the way Rakesh wanted me to.

I had a nice warm bath and the hot water filled up my senses. As I dried myself with my towel I saw the dress I had chosen for tonight's party. It was a white chiffon plunging neckline gown with a large crystal bead with a bandeau top and thong.

I stood in front of the mirror. I had decided that I would go for a dark gothic make-up. I started with my lips. I first applied red lipstick to it and then completed it with red gloss and then applied another coat of red lipstick to make my lips look appear thick and juicy. Looking myself in the mirror I imagined that I was sucking a big black cock and soon I was wet. I lined my eyes with blue metallic eyeliner and tied my hair in a bun.