Ecscapade before husband

It is all from pages of a diary of one my closer friend.

My name is Chitrangada Banerjee (nee Mukherjee), a pretty 23-yeal-old married (Indian) Bengali woman, having a shapely voluptuous figure (34c/29/35), tall in height (5’6”), and very fair in complexion (in sharp contrast to that of my husband). And now a mother of an infant babe (son), aged 7 months. My husband’s name is Jayanta Banerjee; a tall (5’10”), dark, smart, somewhat ‘naughty by nature’ and with high libido. Elder by 4 years, he is now working in a multinational company at Calcutta as a sales manager. He’s an MBA, whereas I’m a simple BA (Hons). Ours is an arranged marriage, solemnized 3 years ago (April 2009). Ours being an arranged marriage, it look a little time, initially, for us to adjust ourselves in our conjugality, and we’re a happy couple.
Contextually speaking, being the only child of parents, thereby pampered, I was a bit high-nosed and stubborn by nature, ab initio —- and very much elated about my beauty and pulchritude or figure from my mid-adolescence; youth pervaded me somewhat early. . .and by the time I was in IX-standard in high school I’d been blossomed out into a nubile girl, and I would feel a mixed emotions of both coy and pride when boys, or even stranger males on road, when they looked, straightway or sidelong, at my firm arrogant pair of breasts. And I didn’t know it had installed into me a prone to mild exhibitionism. . . And this strange tendency unselfconsciously further heightened when I entered college. In our Bhawanipore house, my bathroom (upstairs) was just opposite that of a house (occupied by a non-Bengali family) besides ours. And one summer day, while I was bathing I suddenly discovered a younger boy (of that naighbour family) stealthily watching me through his bathroom-window! And then it became somewhat a regular affair, obviously on blindside of others. But it was up to that much only —- it was a fun! Technically I was virgin or had undergone no (premarital) love-affairs etc, though, in my college days, I had some experiences of attaining orgasms with stranger male(s) in crowded public vehicles at times, not unlike other middle-class girls.
Well, Jayanta, my husband, was the first male in my life who filled me with sperms. And our conjugal sexuality was (or still is) warm and satisfactory. . . However, I became pregnant year and a half after my marriage (November 2010), and in September-end (2011) I gave birth to our son at Belleview Nursing Home, Calcutta.
Due to new motherhood, my breasts became abounded with milk, and this milk-flow was so much in abundance that even after feeding the infant child the flow would continue oozing out in drops —– which caused embarrassment for me sometimes, especially when outside home. My husband would not now suck my breasts, that he got some detest for the lactic fluid. Under this odd situation or position I stopped wearing brassiere underneath my blouse or shirt or top etc when I’m home.