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Born and raised on a farm in a small village in puttalam, I certainly

was not prepared for the fantastic things that have happened to me in the

last year.

I was a virgin when I married nihal right out of high school. We were

everybody's "perfect couple"

Nihal worked hard for a lot of years, and, last year, got the "big"

promotion and was transferred to Battaramulla. We had to leave our little

village for the first time in our lives. It was very scary, but our minister

gave us an introduction letter to a church just outside of Battaramulla, and

the people at our new church were the greatest - making us feel at home,

helping us settle in, etc.

As you can guess, I was the dumb little country girl in the big city

for the first time - I had never been exposed to all the sex and violence

and four-letter words in the "outside" world. Nihal and I were about even

in the sex department, and I didn't believe people could do the things to

each other that I have recently discovered they do.

Nihal and I have been married nine years and we normally made love

maybe two or three times a month, and, although I was unaware of this, I

had never experienced an orgasm in all the years of my marriage. We had

sex in the traditional, "missionary" position, and as soon as Nihal reached

his climax, he would get up and take a shower, and then I'd take mine. To

me, the sex felt good, but I thought that was all there was to it. We had

never tried, or even discussed, oral sex or anything else for that matter.

Nihal's job keeps him on the road constantly and he is gone more than

he's home. We bought a house when we moved to Battaramulla, and the upkeep

and expenses in the area are demanding. We live near a large state

university and decided to rent out a room to a college student. Nihal and

I didn't want just anybody living in our house, so we were fortunate enough

to have a church member recommend her nephew to us.

My story really begins last August, when our college student, Sandun,

moved in. As part of the rental agreement, I made his bed everyday and

cleaned his room. A couple of weeks after he moved in, I found a whole

stack of "adult" magazines under his bed. There were "Playboys" and

"Penthouses," but there were also magazines with only pictures called

things like "priyadaree," "sree devi," "Anal Honeys," and "Big

Tit Fuckers." I was amazed and shocked at what I saw in the pictures and

what I read in the letters and stories. But every day, I dug another one

out to read or look at.

One afternoon, Sandun came in unexpectedly and caught me sitting on his

bed, reading his magazines. I was embarrassed beyond words, and wanted to

die! I could feel myself blush from head to toe, and Sandun tried to console

me, telling me not to be ashamed. We began to talk, and he asked me a lot

of questions about my attitude towards sex, and even my experiences. I had

never talked to anyone about sex, and I just opened up, for the first time

in my life. After a long conversation, he finally convinced me that I had

never really experienced sex to the fullest and knew nothing of its

pleasures. To make a long (and I'm sure, obvious) story short, within two

weeks, Sandun seduced me and we began having sex every day.

Soon after we started, Sandun insisted on performing oral sex on me. I

resisted at first, but finally gave in, and, within a few short minutes, I

experienced the most wonderful orgasm of my life! From that second on, I

couldn't get enough of his sucking and screwing me. He never failed to

bring me to climax and I was so hooked on his wonderful body and tongue

that I would have done almost anything to have him suck me.

Several days later, Sandun asked me to perform oral sex on him. Of

course, I refused, telling him that I had never done anything like that,

even with Nihal. He told me that he would not suck me until I sucked him.

Two days later I gave in and started sucking him regularly.

From that day on, our schedule was for me to suck him until he came

(and I swallowed it), then we would make love until he came a second time,

and then he would suck me until I had my greatest orgasm of the day.

Somehow, each day and each orgasm was better than the last. Needless to

say, I loved every second of our lovemaking.

Sandun soon told me that he wanted me to go out and buy a very specific

sexy outfit for him. Everything was to be black. The dress was to be very

short and tight. I was also to get a sexy lace bra and tiny lace panties,

garterbelt, stockings and the highest patent leather, high heels I could

find. I bought the items as soon as I could afford them, finding the shoes

at a bata store. Of course, I had to hide my new outfit so that Nihal

wouldn't see it.

Almost everyday, when I dressed up in my outfit, it would drive Sandun

absolutely nuts. He would go wild and our lovemaking hit new heights of

excitement. I would walk around in my outfit for him, and then he would

undress me down to the garterbelt, nylons and heels and I would keep those

on as we made love and sucked each other. We had a wonderful relationship.

We would carry on like this everyday and I would have two, three, even

sometimes four orgasms a day!

One day, after classes resumed after Christmas break, Sandun came home

from class and, out of the blue, told me he wanted me to dress up in my

black outfit and go with him to a friend's apartment. He said he wanted to

show my outfit to his friend. When I absolutely refused, he announced that

there would be no more sex, not even sucking, and left the house to live

with his friend.

Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore and called Sandun at his friend's

apartment. People (including Nihal) were asking me where Sandun was and why

he wasn't home. But the real reason was, I now needed my constant sex, and

I especially needed Sandun to suck me off to my wonderful orgasms. On the

phone, I pleaded with Sandun to come back and he didn't agree until I told him

I would do anything he wanted me to do.

Sandun returned in two days, and after about a week, our routine was back

to normal. The following weekend, Nihal was out of town, and Sandun told me

that he had set up a party with a friend of his (Rajiv), and that I was to

wear my sexy outfit. I was too ashamed to risk being seen in public in the

outfit, so I carried it in a small gymbag. When we arrived at Rajiv's

apartment, Sandun introduced me as his "sexy landlady," and said, "Her husband

is out of town and anything goes!" I was so embarrassed in front of this

total stranger. Sandun then went into the kitchen to make drinks, and Rajiv

put his arm around me, telling me to put on the little outfit he had "heard

so much about."

When I had finished dressing, Rajiv kissed me and ran his hand down

inside the top of my dress, feeling my breasts. I pulled away and yelled

for Sandun to drive me home. He said that I had promised to do whatever he

wanted, and that now was the time to prove it. He then downed his entire

drink, spun me around and unzipped my dress. It dropped to the floor as he

said to Rajiv, "Check out this fantastic body! Have you ever seen any

better?"

I stood there, trembling and fighting back tears as Sandun unhooked my

bra and pulled off my panties. I can never explain how embarrassed and

humiliated I was standing there, almost naked, in front of a total

stranger, and seeing the excitement blaze in his eyes.

Sandun pushed me down on Rajiv's lap and went to make another round of

drinks. Rajiv's hands were all over my body - squeezing, caressing,

rubbing. Feeling my breasts, squeezing my hard nipples, until finally, his

hand forced its way between my thighs and found my clitoris. Sandun returned

with the drinks and said, "Let's go to the bedroom," where they both

undressed and pushed me on the bed between them.

That Friday night (and Saturday morning!) from 9:00 p.m. to 4:00 a.m.,

the three of us participated in a sex orgy that was totally unbelievable

and beyond anything I had ever dreamed possible. Sandun screwed me three

times, and Rajiv screwed me four times! Each of them sucked me until I

reached orgasms, and I sucked both of them off twice. While Sandun was

screwing me, Rajiv straddled my chest and put his cock into my mouth. Then

they would switch, and Rajiv would screw me from behind as I sucked Sandun,

lying on the bed. Sandun fell asleep first and then Rajiv, and that's the

order I woke each of them the next morning, by sucking them to orgasm.

After that night, we returned to Rajiv's apartment at least once a

week, for repeat performances. One night, during the week, two classmates

stopped by and Rajiv invited them in. Within seconds they were naked and

getting on the bed. Sandun insisted that I have sex with them, too. They

didn't even tell me their names, and before the night was over, both of

them had screwed me twice, and I had sucked them both off to climaxes.

Towards the end of the semester, Sandun started bringing guys home from

class with him, telling me to have sex with them. When I counted them up,

I realized I had had sex with eleven total strangers (not counting Rajiv!).

Every time I refused, Sandun threatened to move out, again, and I knew he

meant it. After the first time with me, some of them stopped back and had

sex with me, even if Sandun wasn't home!

Last week, at the end of the semester, Sandun told me he wanted me to go

to a party with him. By then, I had an idea what kind of party it would

be, so I refused. He then told me that if I agreed to go, he would find a

job nearby, and stay at the house all Summer, instead of moving back to matara until the Fall semester. Of course, I couldn't bear the thought of

four months without sex with Sandun, so I agreed to go.

When I walked into the party in my black outfit, it was immediately

obvious that I was the only woman there. The guys, some of whom had been

to the house with Sandun, all took turns dancing with me, and that was fun.

But within an hour, I was being led down the hall, into a bedroom, and

being stripped at Sandun's urging. For the next four hours, I had continuous

sex, until all eleven men were exhausted, and I couldn't get them aroused

any more.

That party made me stop and think about where my life was headed. I

think I still love Nihal, even though he can't even begin to drive me wild

the way Sandun does. I've hinted about oral sex with Nihal, but he says it

just doesn't sound "proper."

I know I'm on a wild ride with Sandun and his college friends. I just

don't know how to stop it. I know guys talk, and soon, word about these

orgies is bound to get out to someone. I'm even running out of excuses for

why I miss so many Sunday services when Nihal is out of town! Just today,

Sandun came home from his new construction job for the Summer and said he was

telling all his coworkers about what a sexy landlady he had!