God Is Great! A Million Thanks – Part 1

Hi, I am Shobhita. Let me share my happiness with all of you. The happiness of greatest sexual satisfaction. The happiness of motherhood which cannot match to any amount of wealth in a woman’s life. To become a mother is the ultimate culmination of nature’s intent of the creation of woman on earth.

I also would have joined crores of such unfortunate women who live childless their whole life due to no fault of theirs. But I thank myself for taking a bold decision on that rainy day when we were in Ahmedabad in 2016. I got married in 2011 to an engineer who was employed in ONGC at Sabarmati office of Ahmedabad.

I was very happy with my marriage as my husband Shashi was very handsome and had a good job too. But my happiness didn’t last long. Soon I found that Shashi had some problem with ED and premature ejaculation. Nevertheless, I got adjusted with whatever little I could enjoy in those few minutes of intimacy.

I had heard that to bear a child even a drop of semen is enough. Hence not bothering about the duration of our sex I tried to be happy in my newly married life. Five years passed in this way. We had sex once a month or so for a few minutes.

But believe me, I never complained and gave my full love and affection to Shashi. I never complained to my parents or to anyone. But after five years, Shashi himself started to comment sarcastically for me not conceiving. His parents and sister were prompting him.

Even they sued to ask me why I had not conceived. I once consulted a lab who advised me to store his semen for their collection and testing. So, one night I carefully, just after he finished, collected those few drops of his semen in a small bottle. I stored it in the freezer as told by the pathologist.

Next day, after Shashi left for the office, I called them and handed over the sample. Next day they called me to collect the report. I eagerly went to the lab. To my disappointment, the report was very clear that the motility rate of semen was too less to conceive.

Then I consulted an IVF center that also went through the report. They opined that it is better to conceive through some donor. I was disappointed and cried till night. Somehow, I managed to put up a face in front of Shashi. Since that day I was worried as what is the way out.

For a week I was unable to think of any other way. I didn’t want to hurt Shashi either and didn’t want my parents to know. That day Shashi came home and told me a surprise and happy news is waiting for me. I was curious to know. He told that ONGC has selected him for advanced training for two months in Europe.

He was to visit many oil companies like Total, Axon Mobil, etc and even get some training at Schlumberger in London. I was glad for him but was worried to stay alone for two months. Shashi asked me to call my sister or parents or go to Mysuru where they stayed.

But I didn’t want to go there for so long and decided to stay in Ahmedabad. It was also not safe to lock the flat for a long period. After five days Shashi left to the Netherlands first. I bid him farewell at Sardar Patel airport. Before moving further let me tell briefly about where we stayed, our neighbors at that time, etc.

We stayed in a newly constructed flat near the Drive-in. It was a 6 storied apartment and we stayed on the 3rd floor. The apartment was not fully occupied at that time. In the 3rd floor only we had taken possession and on the fourth floor, another Punjabi family had occupied. On the ground floor, two Gujarati families were there.

I had befriended with that Punjabi family. The lady was Nilima and her husband, Manohar, was also in ONGC. I had very little contact with the Gujarati families except for a smile when we saw each other. It is also required for me to explain to my readers about our physical attributes before I go further on my story.

I am a plump, chocolate girl since childhood. I grew the same way but my father wanted me to go and join Yoga. Hence, I was able to maintain a good figure. I had 36B cup bust with 26-27 waist which made my top look very heavy. But yoga had helped me to maintain my boobs very tight and without any gravity sag.

My husband, on the contrary, was a bit lean, skinny and dark complexioned. Neelima, my friend on the 4th floor, was fair complexioned and tall. But her main worry was her manly chest. She hardly had anything called boobs. All over 34 inches from top to bottom.

I used to tease her initially. But on seeing her becoming depressed, I stopped and tried to console her. Neelima used to cry and say that Mannu always liked big boobs but she had almost nil. So her husband was always getting angry. Even when she was in her 6th month she had just a bulge but nothing more.

She was worried if she will be able to feed her baby. Her husband, Mr. Manohar (Mannu in short, as called by Neelima) was very handsome. He had ripping biceps and a body of steel like John Abraham or Salman. Contrarily my husband was rather skinny or bony you can say.

But all are as per their luck and destiny. No one can change it. Manohar, who is Shashi’s colleague also had come to the airport to drop his wife Neelima. She was going to Amritsar for her delivery. She was in her seventh month and was a good friend of mine.

She was crying to leave husband for a long time and also was a bit worried about her delivery. I told her not to worry and all will be well. I returned home in Manohar’s car. On the way, we halted at a restaurant and had dinner. There was not much talk. On reaching home, I thanked Manoharji and bid him good night.

I slept alone after a long time. The last was when I was in the hostel. In the morning I woke up as usual and prepared breakfast. By practice I had prepared excess dough for paratha, thinking in mind about Shashi. Then I remembered that Manoharji is alone. On phone told that I would be bringing breakfast to him.

After a few minutes, I reached his door with 2 parathas, curd, and tea. When he opened the door, he was perhaps getting ready to take bath as his torso was open displaying his abs. He has just wrapped a towel around him. He opened the door and said sorry for his attire as he was going to take bath.

I kept the plate on the table and told that I had prepared tiffin for the office also. He thanked me and added that he could have prepared himself and why I took all the pains. I told him that it will be my pleasure. I observed that his stare was just focused on my boobs.

Yes as I was still in a nightie, without a bra. My huge balls were piercing out and a good portion was visible through the deep V neck which was emphasized due to the open top hook of the gown. I hurriedly tried to correct the nightie and returned home.

I returned. But my mind stayed back there imagining his open wide chest, his stare. My body was heating up. I sat below fan for a long time. Then took a bath and watched TV for some time. After lunch, I slept for a long time and woke up at 5 pm. I had coffee and was dusting the furniture.

By half-past five, the doorbell rang. Manhoarji was standing at the door to return the tiffin box. I took it and invited him to tea. Though he tried to avoid, I again asked him to come. I prepared ginger tea and offered with biscuits. Now I was wearing a suit and my dupatta had covered my top portion.

He spoke a few words about the office and left. Then I started to prepare dinner. But why and how I prepared more, I don’t know. Was it due to practice or something else working in my mind? So, my dinner was in excess. Around 8 I called Manoharji and told that by practice I had prepared for two.

I invited him to dinner. He was hesitant but I insisted as the preparations were for two persons. He came around half past 8 and I served dinner on the table. I was surprised to see that he had brought a wine bottle. By the time I served food he had prepared two glasses of wine.

I told him that I have never taken such drinks. But Manohar requested me to give the company saying that we should celebrate our friendship. Friendship? I was surprised. But as they are our neighbors I didn’t want to argue and took the glass. He said cheers and touched my glass.

Though initially, I felt it not so good, after a few sips it was good. Mannu told me that we should take wine in large gulp along with food. Few sips of wine made me free to talk and my inhibitions were gone. We talked a lot about his home town, Punjab, my home town Mysuru, movies, heroes heroines, politics.

In this talkathon, I didn’t know how I had taken 3 glasses of wine. I felt a bit of its effect and finished dinner soon. In a week we were really good friends and spent a lot of time talking. It was Saturday and so Mannu had no office. In the newspaper, there was a saree show and exhibition at Gandhinagar.

Gandhinagar was bit far although I thought of visiting. When I went to Manohar house to give breakfast, he was also reading the newspaper and the same advertisement. He said that he wants to buy a saree for Neelima and if I can help to select. I thought for a while and agreed to go in the evening.

That afternoon Mannu was invited by some of his friends for lunch and I didn’t prepare. After lunch, I slept. By 5 I got up to be ready by 6 to leave to Gandhinagar. That afternoon I was thinking a lot about Mannu and Shashi. What a contrast! The thoughts and our friendship of a week brought varied imaginations to my mind.

Slowly I decided to make it a reality. I knew how he used ogle all over my body.  Neelima had told me that he is mad of big breasts. I had no doubt that I can easily seduce him. Yes, the decision was made at that instant. I will achieve my life’s rights as a woman.

I wore a cotton saree, much below my deep navel with a deep back and plunging neck blouse. I saw myself in the mirror and made light makeup. On a second look, mischievously I removed the bra and wore the only blouse. Yes! The tight white cotton blouse made the whole contour of my boobs clearly visible.

I applied some cold cream all around the areolas. The blouse at that spot was now transparent. As the nipples were protruding one could easily make out my status as a braless beauty. Mannu called me at half-past 6 which was a bit dark. I had made up my mind and plan how to impress him.

He asked me to wait at a distance and he would pick me up there. Otherwise many people may imagine stories. I walked to the corner which he had asked me to wait. In a few minutes, Mannu came on his bike. He was wearing a red tee shirt and jeans. He looked handsome as usual.

As I was wearing a saree, I sat with two legs hanging on the left side. There was nothing much on way to write about. It took about 40 minutes to reach the venue. There was a good crowd. I selected two sarees. I selected one dark pink for Neelima. Despite my protesting, Mannu paid the bill.

I told that I would return it on reaching home. He just smiled and we left the exhibition ground. It was now nearing eight and he drove me straight to a hotel, Cambay Sapphire, in sector 11. It was a very grand hotel and there were many guests in the lawn dining area.

We browsed through the menu and ordered, soup, starters, few rotis, sabji and ice cream. I went to the washroom to wash my hands. The meal was stupendous and looked very tasty. We started with soup and starter. I knew he was staring at my breasts one of which I had intentionally kept uncovered with saree.

While drinking water I slipped the glass, again with some intention. The water fell on my blouse making it fully transparent. I did some drama, tried to dry it with a napkin. As I was pressing my boob Mannu was visibly excited. I corrected my pallu and sat. We finished meals by half past 9.

It was already late, but I had no problem. After hitting the highway, I felt a bit chilly due to the wind. Also, he was driving his bike very fast. Leaning forward I told him that I am scared as he was driving fast and felt chilly. I  asked his permission if I can hold him for support. He asked me to hold him firmly.

I circled my right arm around his waist and kept left on his shoulder, I hugged him tightly. Leaning further forward, I tightened my hug and fully pressing my boobs on his back. Even in that chilly breeze, my body was heating up. From his waist often I brought my right hand on his thigh and played slowly.

He increased his speed as he was excited with my contact, expecting me to further hold him tighter. I didn’t disappoint him. Now I locked my right hand with the left in front of his chest, leaving no gap between me and Mannu. Due to the roughness of the road, my boobs were also rubbing up and down on his back.

I almost was sure that my wish would come true soon. As I was dreaming of our night, we reached our apartment. Now how to call him to my home?