Although Shyam would have loved to try out many new things he read about in books, Renu was rather conservative and would discourage Shyam when he tried to do things she considered 'wicked' or 'bad'. Apart from this, they also made love in the afternoons on Sundays. Shyam made love to Renu at least twice a night and sometimes again in the early morning. After marriage, his sexual appetite was almost insatiable. Both Shyam and Renu were virgins at the time of marriage.Īlthough Shyam's physical endowments were perhaps just a little above average, he was blessed with a vigorous libido that lay dormant until he got married. They had met only once or twice before marriage, under the watchful eyes of the family. As is quite common in India, their marriage had been arranged by parents.

While at work, he could hardly wait for his shift to end so that he could return home to his attractive, sexy wife.

Renu, aged around 22, was a typical home-maker. He was ambitious, diligent and hard-working. Shyam worked in a large manufacturing company as a shop floor supervisor. Both dressed well and made a strikingly good-looking pair. Renu was of medium height, fair, very attractive, with bright eyes, dimpled smile and a full, well endowed figure. He sported a natty, well trimmed moustache so popular with Indian men. Shyam, aged around 25, was a tall, dark, well-built, handsome guy. They had been married just eight months ago. Others can conveniently skip them.Īlthough they were Marathi speaking, Shyam Belekar and his wife Renu lived in a small one bedroom apartment in a predominantly Gujarati speaking area of the suburb of Ghatkopar in Mumbai. Readers familiar with Hindi might find it rewarding to read through the original Hindi conversations. While I will eventually get there, my main purpose is to tell what I hope is a good story.Ĭonversations that took place in Hindi and are recorded as such in italics, immediately followed by a translation in English. I counsel patience to readers who are keen to quickly get to the juicy, 'action packed' parts of my story.

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