Saarda’s loosing to the Challenge

A dark-skinned handsome Bengali DU student then, Sanjay Ray [b. 1988] met his future-wife Saarda Yadav, another collegian girl, in 2006 in the University campus through a common friend, Veenit Srivastava. A year senior in age to Sanjay, Saarda [b.1987] was then in her BA final year (Miranda college), while Sanjay was in BA second year (St Stephens). Saarda was a very cute smart and good-looking girl, — with sharp oval feature, dusky in complexion, tall in height (5’5”), and attractive figure (34/29/34), — who’s from a middle-class ‘Jat ’ family from Chandigarh.
Saarda would stay in a rented 1-BHK flat at south Delhi, unlike Sanjay who had their own house at CR Park. His father was a bureaucrat or IAS officer.
Saarda liked Sanjay from the very moment of their introduction; they came across in the campus often and their acquaintance thus gradually deepened into a friendship, further into intimacy which soon turned into courtship . . . and one day (early 2007), at her flat at South Extension-II, Saarda gladly lost her virginity to Sanjay prior to their ceremonial engagement ( swagaii ) in 2009. Saarda did not ‘bleed’ as Sanjay had ‘faintly’ expected. In this first ‘tryst of coital spree’ they first time spoke out each other’s sexual tendencies likes and dislikes etc —- which were important as they were going to be a married couple in near future. However, after a couple of months or after their graduation and Sanjay’s joining an MMC at Delhi with a posting at Pune, they were married off (14th April, Wednesday 2010). They were then in their mid-twenties, obviously ‘made for each other’. . .
However, the Couple’s first escapade began soon after their honeymoon in a hill-station in Tamil Nadu. It so happened that after their honeymoon the Ray Couple was returning to Pune by ‘Chennai-Dadar Express’ (via Pune) They were traveling in a 1st class (four-berthed) AC coupe, which’s occupied by only three passengers —- Sanjay and his pretty wife Saarda, and a Marathi old man (Abhay Kamle); the fourth berth was left vacant.



Saarda was feeling a bit uncomfortable. Unwanted wetness between her inner thighs . . . was troubling her. She was taken aback that her body was reacting in such a manner to the lustful glare; an old man, aged about 65, was giving her frequently! What had gotten with her! Damn! Sanjay should not know this; otherwise should die of shame and embarrassment —- 0h God, why did you send this dirty old man into our compartment — she spoke to herself.
Saarda looked at Sanjay. He was engrossed in conversation with this old man with them from Egmore Station (TN), and he was in full form. She knew that once he gets started it was difficult to stop him. From politics to cricket, he was expressing his views on each subject like an expert. Clearly Sanjay was not aware of the lewd glances which this old man was passing to his wife. And there was no way for him to know the wetness between her thighs. . .



Leaning towards Sanjay, Saarda whispered: “I am going to washroom”. Sanjay gave her a flaunting glance and nodded. Slowly she rose from the seat and stepped out from the compartment. She knew that old man was watching her every move. When she stepped out from the washroom she found that old man outside. He was behaving as if he was waiting for his turn. She looked at the opposite washroom. It was unoccupied. Holy shit . . . he was waiting outside for her!! But. . why!!? Ignoring him she stepped past him. “Excuse me Miss. . !” Saarda’s heart skipped a beat. She had not expected him to speak to her like this. “I am not Miss, I am Mrs”, she managed to utter. “Oh pardon my mistake. Of course, you are Mrs. . . ?” “Mrs Saarda Yadav Ray”, she replied. “So nice of you, but I am more interested in knowing the identity of such a beautiful and sexy woman as you are, should be kept independent. Don’t you think so !”, he blurted. Saarda flushed deeply. The old man was an expert flirt! “I have to go, my husband is waiting. . . He’s lost in the affairs of the world honey”, Saarda said out. “Honey . . .?!!” Saarda was surprised to hear ‘honey’ from him. “No, it is not like that. We are returning from our honeymoon and he has given me full attention there”. “Full. .”, he grinned. “Yes”, she said. “How many times he screws you in a day?”, he whispered. Saarda stared at him like a dumbfounded. She was shocked to hear such a thing from a total stranger. She swallowed the knot in her throat, and said, “I beg your pardon”. “Yesterday I fucked a girl your age thrice”, he continued, “tell me how many times your husband fucked you yesterday!” She stared at him second time and then rushed back to her compartment. There was no way for her to continue such a conversation with him.



Sanjay was again busy with the man. Saarda checked her mobile for time, that the train was about to reach Pune. The old man came and sat silently before her. She kept her eyes on mobile for the rest of the journey.

When the train stopped they rose to gather their luggage. Sanjay was pulling the suitcases out where were parked underneath the seat. Old man came nearer to Saarda and whispered: “Your mobile number?”. She ignored him and decided to help Sanjay who was struggling with the suitcases.



After five minutes when Saarda stepped out at the platform along with Sanjay, she stared in every direction. The old man was nowhere to be seen. She took a deep sigh of relief. But now that he was gone she figured the hidden aspect of herself. She had known it little bit but not fully. But now it was crystal clear. She loved the attention of man. She loved the way old man was staring at her with hungry eyes. She was so thrilled by the situation that her pussy became wet immediately. People might have stared at her like that before too, but so far she had not noticed. Should she share this finding with her beloved husband? She thought for a moment, and then decided against it.



Taking a taxi both reached Aundh which was an upcoming residential area, near Pune University, where they were provided a rented house by the Company. In fact, Sanjay did not stay at this house when he had first time come to Pune. It was a new house which had been arranged by one colleague of Sanjay, Jayant Munde by name, in his absence or during his honeymoon in TN. So, when they stepped out of the car, Jayanta came forward to greeting them with a smile.

“You took so much trouble for us, Jayant. Thank you so much”, Sanjay said. “Oh come on, Sanjay, it was nothing. Hope you like the house”, Jayant coaxed. “We will, Jayant. Meet my wife Saarda, Sanjay said, then turning to Saarda he again said, “Saarda, he is Jayant, the man who has arranged such a beautiful house for us”.

Saarda nodded to greet Jayant, and started at the house. It was indeed nice.



When they stepped into the house following Jayant they found it even more beautiful. Living room was specious and was furnished with stylish furniture. Saarda checked the bedroom, it was furnished too.



Saarda flashed a smile to Jayant and said, “Thak you for arranging this beautiful house for us”. “I am glad that you like it, the owner of the house Mr Abhay Kamle lives next door. He also came by the same train from Chennai. He is coming soon”.



Just then a voice came from outside, “Jayant. . .”! “He is here”, Jayant said and went to main door to receive him.