Sex Adventures of Mumbai Chawl – Part 1

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Mumbai is often referred to as the city of dreams. A city that embodies the spirit of coexistence. Migrants from other states travel to Mumbai to get a shot at making a good livelihood.

But the underbelly of Mumbai can be seen in the struggles of these migrants. They have to fight for every inch of land and claw at every little opportunity. This is what Ramesh and his family were also experiencing. Ramesh was a paddy field worker in Kerala, but migrated to Mumbai with his wife and son.

Ramesh was a dusky, hard-working man with a head full of hair and a strong build. He was in his late 50s. He used to work as a driver for a local businessman. His wife, Kavitha, who was in her 40s, was a simple woman. She was curvy with a 36D bosom and was a homemaker.

Then there was their son Mangesh. He wasn’t the brightest, and he spent most of his time idling away. He developed a dad bod before reaching his 30s due to being poor at outdoor activities. Ramesh had him work at his boss’s office as an office caretaker who would do small errands.

They used to stay in a chawl around Parel. It was a 350sqft room. It had a small attached bathroom in today’s world that would be as big as a room in most cities, but for Ramesh and family, that was their home. They had a kitchen platform on one end.

The opposite of it were their cupboards, which were kept with other storage items. They had a two-seater sofa which was adjacent to the bathroom. The centre space is where everyone slept. Soon the time came and Mangesh married a beautiful girl, Anila, from his native in Kottayam.

Anila was wheatish in complexion with expressive eyes. Her figure was 35-26-34 which was very appealing. Her father was a friend of Ramesh. He married her off in hopes of a better life for her in the big city.

Anila, although being a village girl, was quite modern. Due to her beauty, she had few past relationships as well. She did not fancy Mangesh at first, but was attracted to the glamour of city life and thus agreed to the union.

When Anila moved into the house, it made things difficult in terms of sleeping arrangements. Earlier, whenever Ramesh felt horny, he used to take Kavitha to the bathroom and fuck her.

Mangesh slept outside. Or he would put a blanket over Kavitha and finger her, or get a blowjob from her. Kavitha was very submissive to Ramesh and did as he said. Sometimes he would even come early to do it carefree with her before Mangesh came back from work.

But now they need to plan for the privacy of Mangesh and Anila as well. They put two hooks on either end of the room and hung a bed sheet to create a partition. So now both couples had some privacy.

On their wedding night, Anila was a bit shocked that they had to sleep with their parents across a curtain. But it was their first night, and Mangesh, who was a virgin, was already horny. Anila wore a traditional golden saree and had mehndi on her palms to her elbow.

She was looking amazing. She had a jasmine garland in her hair bun. It was a moonlit night, and her kajal-smeared eyes magnified her beauty. As she sat on their side of the partition, Mangesh could no longer control himself, seeing her beauty.

He removed her ghunghat and started kissing her wildly. Mangesh was going about it like a typical boy. He was rough with his touches and rushed in his approach. He undressed her and himself, too. Anila wasn’t enjoying this, but at this point, she was also horny. It had been a while since she last had sex.

Mangesh, seeing her naked, was already oozing Precum.

Anila: Is this your first time?

Mangesh: Yes, but I have seen plenty of porn and know my way. (He beamed with confidence.)

She was a little disappointed. She hoped that on her wedding night, she would be made to feel like a Queen, but she kept her feelings to herself. He took his dick and inserted it into her shaved pussy. Anila felt pain at first, but it was bearable.

Anila: Ahh… Mangesh covered her mouth and started to fuck her in missionary position.

Across the curtain, Kavitha had already slept. She was tired due to the rituals of the marriage, but Ramesh was still awake. He heard Anila’s moans, and it felt awkward to him. In that cramped space, there was no hiding.

He turned towards Kavitha and shut his eyes to try to sleep. But without knowing, he grew a bulge in his dhoti.

Anila: Go faster (She whispered)

Mangesh was almost spent, just as Anila was starting to enjoy, he pulled out and came on her belly.

Anila: So soon? We hardly did it for 3 minutes! (She was visibly annoyed)

Mangesh: Shut up, you don’t get to question me. You should be thankful that I married you and brought you to this city life.

Saying this, he put on his clothes and went to sleep. Anila couldn’t sleep. She questioned her decision to marry such an immature man. She was left high and dry. She decided to fulfil her cravings herself. She closed her eyes and started to run her finger around her pussy.

She thought about her past sexual encounters with her ex-lovers and fingered herself. She would use one or two fingers alternately to go deeper. Soon her wetness was flowing out of her love hole. Her fingers glistened with her sweet nectar.

Ramesh, on the other hand, could not sleep. He turned away from Kavitha to the other side, facing the partition. Due to Mangesh’s movement, the bed sheet had moved a little. The other side was faintly visible. The room was dark, but due to the light from outside, he was able to make out Anila.

He could see the shape of her curves, but wasn’t able to make out much. He saw her eyes closed and her hand on her lower body. His dirty mind was running wild. He wanted to look away, but his primal instincts made him stare longer. He could see her body arching as she reached climax.

Her silhouettes paint an erotic picture. His bulge was growing again. She let out a muffled moan as she finally orgasmed. She covered herself with the sheet and slept. Ramesh needed relief as well. He got up, went to the bathroom, and masturbated, thinking of Anila.

The next day, Mangesh left for work early, Kavitha took a bath and was preparing for morning puja. Ramesh woke up and waited for his morning tea. Anila brought it to him. She had also taken her bath and had a towel around her head.

Her maxi was a little wet from her wet body. She smiled while handing the cup to Ramesh and left. Ramesh’s eyes were glued to her as her maxi clung to her body, revealing the shape of her ass.

He would often find ways to stare at her when she wasn’t looking. In his heart, he started to find ways to get close to her. Meanwhile, Anila’s sex life remained dull. Mangesh would fuck her for 3-4 minutes once or twice a week, and Anila would remain unsatisfied.

Slowly, she started to lose all interest or hope of physical satisfaction from Mangesh.