The return to the village with my Husband

My wife wanted to see the village where I spent my childhood. My father being in government service had been posted in a village. I was 15 years old when we had shifted to the village and stayed there till I was 18, I moved on to town for attending college and then to USA for job and thus got settled there itself.

My parents moved on to town, but we still had our old house there. It was a huge house, with 46 rooms in it. It was taken care by a local family who used to stay in guest house just next to our house.

So we planned the trip, we planned it during Christmas, when we had holidays back there in USA. We went to town, met my parents, hired a car and started the journey to the village.

I loved to drive, but after staying in USA for full 6 years, I had come to be afraid of Indian drivers, so we hired a chauffer to drive us down to the village. I loved to drive, but I didn't dare to do so here in India.

We had packed our stuff for a stay of 15 days. My wife having born and brought up in USA, was too excited to see an Indian village. She had always wanted to see India, as her parents had lived there half of the life in India.

She had poured down lot of affection on me, when I told that during these holidays we will be visiting India. Her affection exceeded our usual love making sessions. The day I told her, it was like our second honeymoon, all we did for some days was sex and made more love.

Today also in the car she appeared very excited. She has been holding my hand from the time journey started, kissed me several times and was visibly very amused by everything around her. We were travelling through a route which was for the most of the part covered by forest or small villages on either side. We had come across only one town on our way, where we stopped to have lunch.

To describe my wife, she is 25 years old, has a wheatish complexion, her skin radiates all the energy stored in her, has toned sleek ass and boobs and looks very skinny. She is very particular about keeping her self thin. She is an acrobat when it comes to bed. She is very naughty there.

She saw jute cot for the first time on our way. I told these cots are only used in village for sofas as well as beds. I could see a mischievous smile spread through her face. I was sure she had already made plans to have sex on that cot. I too smiled and gave her a peck on her cheeks.

She particularly got amused by everything she saw on the way to village, and I was her guide for the trip.

On the way she saw, a bullock cart and demanded to have a ride on it. I was in no mood to say no. so we got on the cart, my wife tried to stand on the cart and lost her balance mid way and fell down. I stopped her fall midway and supported her in my arms. She laughed and said my hero, and gave me a smooch. That made the head of the boy on the cart to turn and even few villagers on the road gave us weird looks. I hated to break that smooch, but I had too. I explained her about the conservative nature of the people of the village. She laughed and asked me, "Don't these men love there wife? Don't they have sex." I let out a chuckle and avoided her difficult question by telling her I would explain this to her later on. We got down from the cart, got back into the car and resumed our journey. According to our chauffer, we still had a 2 hrs journey left.

My wife talked about the cart ride, repeated the entire ride and called me a hero again and gave me a smooch. In the privacy of the car, I too responded her kiss with passion. I noticed that the driver was using his rear view mirror to view us kissing. My wife got a hint of it, but she did not stop, though I wanted to. I hated Indian perverts, I was also a pervert. This very village had introduced me to how to be a pervert. I so wanted to feel her boobs in my hand, but could because to that damn chauffer. But my wife was getting hornier by the passing minute. Her one hand was trying to find its way inside my pant. My dick only was growing in size to reciprocate my wife's feelings. My chauffer was looking more in the rear view than on the road. It got me tensed up, the road was narrow and surface was cracked up. I slowly left my wife's lips and whispered into her ear, "honey this driver will kill us, I love you, we will continue this once we reach our house." She nodde d and looked at the sun setting behind the mountains.

It was around 8 in the night when we reached our house. It was quiet all around, village people generally go to there houses around 7 in the evening and there is no much activities in the village after that. Our chauffer honked like mad when he reached the house gate. Four figures were seen rushing outside to open the gate. They opened that gate and our car stopped at the entrance to the house. We mounted down and my wife tried to get the features of house embedded into her brain.

The four human figures came walking towards us, I could recognize the older person Radheshyam, our caretaker. There was an old lady, she looked like her wife. And there were two boys also, that time I thought they were his sons. They greeted us and took us inside the house and showed us our room and served us dinner.

My wife had taken a liking to the antique feel of the room. The bed in the room was a four post bed, having posts that went up to the ceiling and disappeared among a drape hanging from ceiling. Some old paintings hung on the wall of the room, there were candles lit on the wall candle holders and there was huge oval shaped mirror in a wooden frame. The only modern addition to the room was an air conditioner, which my parents had put on, once they heard of our tour.

This all atmosphere was only making my wife hornier. She jumped on to the bed and let loose the drape. The red drape was translucent and covered whole circular bed. It looked like an inverted cone of ice cream, when spread over the bed. Due to that bloody chauffer I had missed on the fun in the car, but now I just too wanted to dive on to the bed and feel my lady. But my lady had something else on mind. She wanted to play a game. She would ask me a question, if I would be honest, she would remove her one piece of clothing and throw it out of the drape, once she would be fully undressed I could jump into the bed.