Fucking in the public toilet Ever since we took a new flat at Mumbai, I had an eye on our top floor neighbor Mr Manoj. Before I go in to details I need to give some intro to the readers. I am Shylaja, 32, married for 6 years with no kids. My husband, Shivshankar is a senior officer in an MNC engaged in offshore oil field construction work. So, his duty was in sea, visiting barges, construction sites for inspection. Often when he visits he had to stay at offshore for a week or some times a fortnight. On return to shore he used to attend his office near Cuffe Parade. So, leaving before eight in the morning and return after nine at night was the normal working hours for him. Fucking in the public toilet
Fucking in the public toilet So with the above intro readers must have understood my plight. Alone at home since marriage, waiting for husband during day and weeks, staring at ceiling at nights. My efforts to convince him for a child failed. He was not ready for medical examination. I had gone alone for tests and doctors did not find any issue with me. So, the land was fertile, and issue was with seed. What could I do? Nothing. I did speak to him about adoption, about surrogate child but none worked. Day or night I had to satisfy with my long fingers. Fucking in the public toilet But the gut question was how long? And why? I had no answer. Should I live and die like this? Why can’t have the rights of a woman? There were many such questions but no answer. In the initial days of marriage everything was perfect. Good looking, qualified husband with good job. We roamed to all places hand in hand spent days and nights together. But always there was some shortcoming when it came to foreplay and sex. Shivashanker (Shivu) was much I should say ignorant about foreplay or is it that he didn’t like? He would just come on me with clothes on when he got erection and before I count twenty he would be off to wash room and withing minutes sleep. I was left high and dry just staring at the Fucking in the public toilet dark room windows. And he believed that I am unable to produce a child for him. This feeling started after an year of marriage. Just after few months our mating had reduced to just one a month and now days it was I should say nil except for an occasional few minutes when he would get a mild erection and would come in my hand even before I spread my legs.
Fucking in the public toilet God it is told does not create anything as permanent. Miseries also are temporary. God will certainly find some solution is what I was told and believed. I was just waiting for such a miracle. And finally, such a miracle was about to happen which I had no idea at all. To spend time and to keep up health and spirit I had joined a gym. I was also regular in yoga since college days. So naturally I had maintained a good envious figure. In Fucking in the public toilet recent days due to more stay at home I had put on much more at top. My figure of 38D – 28 -37 was certainly the best anyone could have dreamt off. Thank God I was able to maintain. My thighs were long, slim and my waist sloped towards the intersection of my thighs made my sarees slip to around four to six inches below my navel. So, when I was in crowd hundreds of Fucking in the public toilet eyes would stare me for a second glance. I was proud but Shivu never had time for me.
