Today was my first night. All of my fantasies of my husband fucking me and satisfying my sexual frustration has died.
This was my reality and this was bitter of all.
I was tired. I was given a glass of milk to give to thakur ji in the room.
I entered the half opened door and saw my husbands sitting on the bed with head pressed to the headboard. I reached to his side of the bed. He had his eyes closed.
I cleared my throat a little.
"Thakur ji, apke liye doodh."
If it was a normal marriage with a normal man with a active dick, it might have been me feeding him my breastmilk.
"Mujhe laga tha tum gungi ho, pta chala ko muh me zubaan hai."
I pondered hard on what he was trying to say. The look in his eyes during the marriage flashed in front of me.
He had that same arrogance and mockingness to his tone.
His voice was hot and sexy but that was last thing in my mind to think about.
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The Disabled Thakur's Wife (18+)
FantasyA 'slut' of a 21 year old Nidhi is married to the disabled thakur, who is paralysed below his waist. What will happen when her sexual frustration will heighten and she starts seeking ways for her pleasures.
