She was all alone during these years. After Ravi, her husband had gone to New York since three years. Bipasha was alone in Petermaritzburg. He used to come to home once in five or six months.

Ravi was more attracted towards stocks and shares. He didn’t want to leave his business in Petermaritzburg without supervision, so Bipasha was looking after it. After his parents’ death, she was left alone.

All she could expect was the occasional visit from Ravi’s sister. Otherwise, she was getting bored with her life. Her days were monotonous and long. Life was uninspiring.

Her sexual life has come to standstill. It was long two years back when she enjoyed with Ravi. But is it enough for a woman in her late twenties? Bipasha was so depressed that sometimes at night, she masturbated with herself using vibrator. Generally, Bipasha spend her weekend in their farmhouse, which was on the outskirts of the city. She loved it best when she stayed there with Priya. Priya was her closest friend. She was married to a handsome local man, Allan Smith.

Priya used to share her sexual experiences with Bipasha. They liked to watch Indian movies at her farmhouse on the DVD player. They were fond of Bollywood but miss them in South Africa. On this Christmas, Ravi phoned her and told that he would come on 31st and they both would enjoy the New Year together on their farmhouse. Bipasha was really excited about this. She had been waiting for her husband to visit for the past six months. But Bipasha’s wish was destined to be unfulfilled. On the 30th, Ravi told her that he wouldn’t be able to enjoy New Year with her in Petermaritzburg. Her all wishes were shred.

But as usual she went again to farmhouse to celebrate the New Year alonel. The last sunset of the year was cloudy. It was looking that heavy rains would welcome the New Year. On night it started drizzling. It was the perfect night to experience with her husband–except for the fact that Ravi wasn’t there. It seemed as if the weather too was weeping with her. The rain fell in a light mist, and Bipasha felt her own wetness begin to collect between her plump thighs. With a smile, she thought to herself that if she could not have Ravi with her to welcome the New Year, she’d do it by herself. Bipasha took out her vibrator, running it between her pussy lips, wetting it, before sliding its length inside her ass, nudging aside her blue panty. She tweaked her nipple with the other hand.

Her moans were obscene, getting her horny by every minute. Just as she seemed to be reaching her climax, she heard a pounding at the door. “Who would be stupid enough to go around knocking on doors in this rainy night?”, she asked herself.Nevertheless, she put on her gown and opened the door.

A tall, rangy, young white man was standing on her doorstep.