The Seven-Year Itch – Part 2

A Recap of Part 1: Shimona and I have been married for 7 years, resulting in the seven-year itch, or decline in sexual interest. To refresh our sex life, I’d arranged a Toyboy sexual service for my glam doll wife. After fucking Shimona, the Toyboy left our hotel suite. Then the next part begins.

Hearing a knock on the door, I opened it cautiously. A handsome young guy was standing outside. He looked smart in a white blazer and black jeans. He introduced himself, saying, “Hi Sir, I’m Manik, from G agency.”

Jeet: Come in, please wait here.

Manik: Sure sir, thanks

I stepped into the bedroom and looked at Shimona. I was at a loss for words to explain.

Jeet: Baby, he’s is the real one, actually.

Shimona: I heard, now?

We looked at each other, realizing that the first guy Benoy, had come to the wrong room. We had mistaken him for our gigolo. He had scored my lovely wife, and we were left none the wiser. I noticed Shimona smiling quizzically.

She was amused and turned on because this new guy was ‘the actual gift’ I had arranged. Even I didn’t want to send him away after paying a hefty sum to his agency. Also, Shimona was excited to have a real stud.

She’d already seen him. And denying her pleasure would be like stealing candy from a kid. I didn’t have the heart to say no, so I asked her:

Jeet: Baby, it’s up to you. Fancy a massage?

Shimona: Shona, a full body massage, if he’s trained.

I went to the outside room and asked him:

Jeet: Can you do a professional massage?

Manik: Certainly, yes, sir, I’m fully trained in massage therapy. You can please step inside.

Jeet: service is for my wife, did they tell you?

Manik: I’m aware. It’s a Toyboy service. I can start with a full-body oil massage.

Jeet: ok, come inside, please.

Manik: Thank you. To share the basic etiquette, ‘No kissing, no biting, and no video recording. Service is for 2 hours.’ There was confusion with room numbers, so the start time is from now, 7:45 pm.

Turning to naked Shimona, he said, “Ma’am, you are looking great today. May I start your massage?”

Shimona: Yes, dear.

Manik: Please turn around and face down.

He rolled a towel, placed it under Shimona’s chin. Then he removed his shirt, revealing ripped muscles and 4 pack abs. He smelled like cheap deodorant but was otherwise clean and decent. His penis was getting bigger inside his jeans.

But I guessed even a dead man could get an erection for my pretty nude wife. There was a sparkle in Shimona’s eyes. She was smiling. Then she turned to me, enjoying a massage and a fuck from a stranger.

Shimona: Shona, you exchanged rooms, na?

Jeet: Ya, baby.

Shimona: Go to the first room and see. Maybe that Palki is sitting there.

Jeet: But jaan, are you fine here?

Shimona: Yaa, I’ll manage jaanu, you go na, try!

As I wore my shoes, Manik poured baby oil on Shimona’s buns. Massaging her lower back, he made small talk, “Ma’am, your haircut is so sexy.”  Shimona replied happily, “I got it this morning. Earlier, I had long hair up till here,” showing a point on her shoulder.

She closed her eyes and relaxed with a deep “Umm.” He oiled her ass crack, with his middle finger hooked in her cunt. Manik was providing top class service to my beloved wife, so I left without hesitation.

I was standing in front of suite 710, skeptical of finding anyone. I knocked on the door. A hot milf in a red saree opened the door saying, “Bhalo? Benoy right, you’re late,” and leaned forward to hug me.

I hugged her slim body tightly, holding her bare torso with both hands. I buried my face in her neck, smelling her long hair. I then ran my fingers through its length from top to bottom, feeling up her soft ass too. She giggled, pushing me back gently, “Baba re! Hold your horses. Palki is inside.”

I had only experienced paid-sex before marriage and zero extramarital affairs after. Excited, I peeked inside. A young girl in a pink lehenga-choli, with long hair, was sitting with her feet on the bed, holding her knees with both hands. The first female in a red saree was talking to her.

“Your blind date is cute, a bit older than your friends suggested. Just let him handle everything. If you’re not up to it, tell him nicely. Di will be downstairs. Call her and come down at 9,” she said, holding the girl’s chin and kissed her cheek.

My heart started racing at the prospect of fucking someone’s blind date. I remembered that Benoy had already enjoyed it with my wife. So this would be payback. I stood looking at my phone. It was almost 8 pm. I had less than an hour to spend with this cute girl.

As the red saree milf was leaving, she paused, staring at the tent in my suit pants, not even doubting my intentions to bed Palki. The milf’s yummy body was attracting me like a magnet. I couldn’t resist. So I gave her another hug, with my erection poking her hip.

I was crushing her boobs in my chest, hands feeling up her hair from behind. I planted a quick kiss on her milky cheek. This time she didn’t push me away but protested vocally with a low “Ishh.” She stepped out with a request, “Be nice to Palki. She broke her engagement last week.”

I closed the door nodding my head. I saw the 20 something girl was drinking rum cola. I took the drink from her hand and sipped. It was a strong mix. She had been drinking already and was now on her second one. She was about 5’5”, fair and petite. I guessed her stats around 34-25- 36.

She had brown cat eyes, with a dimple on her right cheek. She was wearing a cute septum ring and long earrings. I noticed a sexy helix piercing on top of her right ear. She wore a sleeveless blouse to show off an armband tattoo on her left upper arm.

Both her hands and feet had henna designs, going up to her forearms and ankles, respectively. She was trying to hide her shyness by looking busy. So I sat on the bed, lifted her lehenga, putting her smooth legs on my thighs. I rubbed her milky calves to relax her.

I didn’t want her drunk before having sex. So I gently took away her drink, offering my mouth to kiss. She balanced her cigarette in the ashtray and wrapped her arms around me, kissing deeply with her arched bee-stung lips. My tongue discovered something in her mouth, a tongue stud.

I kissed even harder, trying to probe both sides of the stud, above and below. She laughed and hid her face in my chest. I realized she was probably not a Virgin but a little introverted. I took away the choli covering her head and licked her ears.

I was rubbing my cheeks on her silky side bangs when she surprised me. Palki got up and carefully peeled away the long hair from her head. It was a wig! Underneath was neck length short hair, flattened on her head. She ruffled her hair to fluff it back up into its original shape.

Her real hair was thick, shiny, and colored black with a cherry tint, the kind that can carry off short hairstyles very well. I snuggled into her neck and pulled her earlobe with my teeth, making her moan for the first time. The ice was broken. But she wasn’t warmed up yet, because she took another gulp of the rum.

I whispered in her ear, “Baby, let’s have a quickie.” She smiled and nodded. I lifted her lehenga, pulled down her skin-colored panty. I inserted two fingers in her tight pussy. She looked at me, begging with her eyes to be taken. I made her sit in my lap, inserting my cock without much foreplay.

She took a deep breath from shock and started riding slowly, like a cowgirl. With my cock still inside, I turned her in mid-air, throwing her into the bed. Taken by surprise again, she laughed for the first time, “Aaah, hah ha,” releasing the tension inside her.

I fucked her rapidly, holding her neck with one hand, putting my hand around her ass to finger her prostate. After some strokes, she wanted to swap places. I knew what she wanted, the ‘woman on top’ position for an early climax. I turned us both, laying on my back.

I was matching her fast beats with my thrusts from under. She bent down to kiss me in-between strokes. She was getting excited by the gentle slapping sounds of her sweaty ass, hitting my thighs. I talked dirty to excite her more, “Palki, my sweet bitch, little cunt, and you’re a slut, fuck me whore, take my cock into your pussy.”

I pinched her buttocks hard, twisting my hand. She gasped with unbound happiness with her mouth open. I rubbed her lips with my fingers letting her bite down on my thumb. In her ecstasy, she scratched my biceps with her nails.

My cum erupted (prematurely) inside her, like a hot spurt. It was triggering her to get an instant climax. Loosening my grip on her, I realized I had bit her neck. Finally, getting up from bed, she looked relieved, like a ton of burden was lifted off her chest.

She kissed me and went to light a cigarette. This pretty girl was a handful. She was amusing and proved difficult to hold in one place. She was at the mirror, happily checking out the hickey on her neck. Then she tried to fix her rounded bob cut, combing it to straighten it out.

But she wasn’t able to get it into shape. I noticed it looked rough, like a home haircut (people were still doing that because of Covid). Already tipsy, she mixed another rum cola and sat in my lap, giving me a sip. I took away the glass gently but firmly.

I couldn’t let the babe spoil her evening, not under my watch. I cajoled her into getting her hair fixed, “Baby, we should get this repaired, just relax ok.” I called the spa section, asking them to send a barber for private service. I then took out an eye mask from the hotel kit to blindfold her.

We did light foreplay while waiting; kissing her stomach, sucking on her toes, writing numbers on her back, and guessing. Her cute facial expressions said she was enjoying every bit of it. The barber came and set up a chair in the front room, with a large cloth on the floor, and pulled the center’s computer chair.

I asked him to reduce her sides and make the back v-shaped like a boy cut. The barber caped her. He started the dry scissor over comb haircut with a satisfying ‘khach-khach’ sound. I sat and watched Shimona’s earlier sex video on my phone.

The barber was talented, cutting around the ears and using thinning shears. Without taking off much length, he shaped Palki’s sides and neck with his straight razor. He showed her the result, a sexy modern Mohawk with 8-10 inches of bouncy long hair all around.

I fell heavily to her ears and neck, looking sexy with a lot of movement. Her pretty lips curled up into a shy smile. He quickly washed her head in the bathroom sink, careful not to mess her makeup, then used the hairdryer to set her hair.

Palki now had side parting, with a corn-row braid on the shorter side. I sent him off with a heavy tip. Palki admired herself in the mirror and turned around to hug me.

Palki: Thanks so much, Benoy.

Jeet: Ah, you’re my beauty queen.

She hugged me, and I started playing with her short bouncy hair. Its texture was completely different from Shimona’s soft natural curls. I got instantly aroused when Palki rubbed her silky head in my face. I opened her blouse from behind. It was time for raw passionate sex with this hot girl. I wanted her back naked in bed.

She bent on my cock, giving the best head ever. Her tongue stud made me shudder every time she licked under my shaft. She rubbed her head into my cock and balls. It made scrunching while rubbing on my skin. The spiky, sharp poking of her thick hair was somehow very satisfying.

My cock was rock solid in no time. Entering Palki directly, I started repeating the exact sequence of foreplay like the Toyboy had done. She kept calling me Benoy, a downer, having the exact opposite effect of calling my name.

I finished her in less than 20 minutes, myself unable to cum under pressure. I may have missed it. But Palki climaxed two more times and looked overall very happy with my performance.

I tried to boost her morale while leaving, “You look fab, sweetie, don’t need that now,” pointing to the wig. Palki smiled, dumping the wig unceremoniously into the dustbin.

After having sex, Palki looked stunning and radiated confidence. Especially with an after-sex glow that made her face light up. She hugged and kissed me constantly as we got dressed, crooning in her girly voice, “Binu, stay here. We’ll do it in the morning,” making her eyes bigger to emphasize.

Her phone rang, and I used that moment to make a quick getaway.

To be continued.