Part 1​

I am bored today. I am rather angry with myself. I am a good looking Punjabi married lady. I am enjoying a good life. I live in a nice flat in an affluent society. I drive a Maruti Swift car. My husband earns more than rupees two lakhs a month. I am a member of two kitty parties. But, still, I am bored.

Yes, I know the reason for my boredom. At my age, 33 years, I need a lot of sex, which I am not getting. My husband comes home for 4 or 5 days and goes away for 15 days. He is an engineer and has to be present at the worksite.

When he comes, we enjoy it a lot. We fuck twice a day or at times, 3 times. We order food from Zomato so that time is not wasted on cooking. We go and dine at good restaurants. Life is great when he is here. But, when he is not there for 15 days, it becomes boring.

When I am bored, what do I do? I use my finger and masturbate. But, how long can one use a finger? I use my finger while taking bath. I am not satisfied with one orgasm. I need at least two orgasms to be satisfied.

The other day, I saw an advertisement for a personal vibrator. I searched Amazon and ordered a rechargeable pink color vibrator. I had heard that a vibrator is a substitute for the penis. It cost only 1100 INR.

I had never used a vibrator. The moment I ordered the vibrator, I started imagining, what it will be like. The more I thought about it, the more I used my finger. At last, the Amazon packet arrived. I was itching to open it and use it.

I went to my bedroom and opened the packet. It was about six inches long pink shaft and it had a round head, just like the pink knob of a penis. It had an on and off switch and a slider switch for adjusting the speed.

I switched it on. Nothing happened. I was completely disappointed. Then I started reading the instructions manual. It was written that before use, it was to be charged for five to six hours. When its red light turns to green, it means it is fully charged.

I plugged it in to charge. Its red light came on. Now I had to wait for so many hours to use my vibrator. I was getting frustrated.

I waited, watched TV and whiled away the time. Four hours passed and the red light was still on. I took a chance. I disconnected it from the mains and switched it on. Wow, it came to life! It started vibrating in my hand, just like the mobile phone. But, the vibrations were several times stronger than the phone.

I took off all my clothes. I stretched out on the bed. I took the vibrator and put it on my vagina. My whole body started shaking.

I reduced the speed. Once again, I put it there. Oh no..I don’t like to say ‘vagina’. In Hindi, we call it “choot.” Choot is more powerful than vagina!

I parted the outer lips of my choot and touched the vibrator on my clitoris. A current passed through my body. Then slowly, I took it down and tried to insert it in my choot just like a penis. No, no, not penis. I like to call it ‘Lund’.

So I inserted the electrical lund in my choot. The whole room started spinning. Within a couple of minutes, my stomach started rising, my ass started jumping, my breathing became rapid, and I had the most powerful orgasm!

I slumped back on the pillows and switched off the wonderful gadget. My eyes closed. After a while, when I came back to my senses, I wanted more. Once again, the whole exercise started. This time, I touched the vibrator on my large nipples. No! No! ‘Choochis’.

I have a set of lovely large boobs. I wear a 36-C bra. When I put the vibrator on my choochis, I felt current in my choot also. My choot was wet and dripping with sticky juices. I started experimenting with my new toy. I touched it on my ass hole. It was an amazing sensation.

I kept alternating between my choot and ass hole. Finally, I inserted the electrical lund in the choot. But, this time, I pushed it much deeper. Once again, I had a massive orgasm!

I found that having an orgasm with the finger and with the vibrator were two very different things. Finger fucking was a leisurely affair, while the vibrator-fucking was a gigantic form of fucking. Both have their pleasure.

With the new toy, I named him Pink Panther; I thought my boredom will be over. But, it never happens. Mind is mean. The more you give it, the more it demands!

Near my home, there is a good unisex beauty parlor. I often go there. Yesterday, I went to a beauty parlor. There is a girl named Usha who attends me. She is rather short and with a dark complexion, with curly hair. She is a pleasant personality.

When I entered, Usha came forward and greeted me with a smile. “Good morning, Madam.”

I also smiled back and asked, “Where do I sit?”

She took me aside and said, “Madam, I won’t be able to serve you today.”

“Why?”

“Madam, I have periods today. I have body ache,” she said softly. “We have a new member of staff. His name is Avinash. He is very good. I will tell Avinash to attend to you today. Is it ok?”

“Since you say he is good, it is good for me.”

“Avinash! Come here, attend to Preeti madam.”

A six-foot-tall handsome man with a muscular body came forward. He was dressed in a black t-shirt and black trousers, which was the uniform of the parlor.

“Good morning, Preeti madam. Please follow me.”

He guided me to the women’s section, which consists of four chairs in a row. He guided me to the last chair. He brought a cold water bottle and asked, “Madam, what would you like me to do?”

“I need hair trimming. Please do step cutting properly. Then, do my eyebrows and then give me a good facial.”

“Yes, Preeti madam.” He drew the pink curtain between two chairs. It became like a private cabin.

Avinash brought a black hair cutting cape and tied it around my neck. It was like a tent over me and started the job of hair-cutting. I have shoulder-length hair. The way he started, it appeared he knew his job well.

His hands were soft and he kept keeping his hands on my shoulders. I was wearing a pink sleeveless kurta and a white salwar. My shoulders were bare, and I could feel his touch.

He started making some conversation like, where you live, for long you have been visiting this parlor, how well you know Usha, and so on.

After a while, the job of haircutting was over. All the while, he was behind me. Now, he started with my eyebrows. He came to my right side and started his work. I was sitting in the chair, under the cape, with my arms folded in my lap.

He lifted my right arm and kept it on the armrest of the chair. I did not pay much attention to this and my arm was on the armrest.

Suddenly, I realized that Avinash was pressing his body against my arm, and something hard was pressing against me. I knew it was his penis. No..Lund. I felt it was thick and hard.

I acted ignorantly and kept quiet. Then he came on my left side, and once again he lifted my left arm and kept it on the armrest of the chair, once again he started rubbing his lund against my arm. I was curious now. Out of impulse, I said, “Show me.”

Avinash never expected this. But, he pulled out his lund and discretely covered it with hair cutting cape. His lund was inside the cape. I stretched my right hand and felt his lund in my hand. OMG! It was long and hard.

Right at that moment, Usha appeared in the mirror in my front. She had a mischievous smile on her face, “Is everything ok, madam?”

“Yes, everything is fine. As you said, Avinash is very good at his job.”

Usha left, and I started shaking the majestic cock, which I had not seen at all. Avinash pretended to be working, but he slipped his hand under the cape and started pressing my boobs. My choot was getting wet with sticky juices. I pulled out my right hand and said, “Give me some oil.”

A parachute coconut oil bottle was lying on the table. He picked it up and put a few drops in my right-hand palm. Now I started rubbing his lund with oil. It became smooth and slippery. I could feel his precum flowing. At the same time, my juices were flowing and my choot was sticky too.

After a while, I could hear, “Uuuummmm..” He was ready to cum. And a hot shower of sticky cum shot out. Most of it landed on my pink kurta.

He quickly put his lund inside his pants and brought a wet towel. He removed the cape and started wiping out the cum from my kurta. Since there was a curtain between the chairs, nothing was visible.

But, still, the tell-tale sign of wet kurta was there. I dropped more water on it to show that I spilt while drinking water.

I went to the counter and paid my bill. Normally, I give a hundred rupees tip to Usha, but that day, I gave two hundred rupees tip to Avinash. Usha saw this, and she knew that something had happened.

I asked Usha to give me her phone number and left the parlor.