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For him, I guess, it was the first touch of a female breast and he might have been trying to recover from the sexually explosive shock that he received. I really didn’t have any serious intention of cheating my husband and so I didn’t want to carry any sense of guilt with me. I felt I should tell everything to Raja – only point was how and when. We have always shared each other’s fantasies and that had always ignited our passion in the past. Most of the times, we fantasize ourselves with each other’s friends and enjoy, without attaching slightest seriousness to it. We had other fantasies too. Once, Raja had described an erotic encounter with the domestic maidservant of his parental home, much before our marriage. I was so horny that I couldn’t wait for a wild sex with him in bed. Later, he had told me that it was his wild adolescence fantasy. If he hadn’t told me that it was a fantasy, I would have always believed it to be a reality. After Raja returned home, he announced in the tea.

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