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The next incident that I would like to pen down happened on Rohit’s birthday, 19th Aug 2021. Let me start by giving some context to the incident. This was about a month and a half before his birthday.
It was his first birthday after our marriage. I wanted to make it extra special. I thought of various ways to celebrate his birthday. My first thought was to surprise him with an extended weekend getaway.
But, that would not be possible because his birthday would fall on a Thursday, a working day. After much thought and planning, I decided to keep it simple and surprise him in the bedroom. Rohit had hinted about wanting to try out role-playing after the Vivek incident.
So, I decided to surprise him with a costume role-play show. But the problem was in deciding what character to role-play. So, for the next few days, I tried to figure out what excited him by casually stirring the conversations about his kinks. He didn’t reveal anything, and I didn’t pursue it much, not to tip him off.
One morning, he was on a call with one of his friends. He advised his friend about what all one must do on their trip to the UAE. While dolling out suggestions, Rohit remarked that he should check out the desert safari.
He added, “Make sure you buy the premium seats for the safari. Watching those belly dancers perform from up close makes it worth it. ”
He then said, “I still remember the dance from my trip. It was so fucking hot and amazing.” I overheard this conversation, and suddenly it clicked. I could role-play as a belly dancer. And since I had about a month or so left, I could try and learn some belly dance.
I found a website that provided a belly dance crash course in 30 days for beginners. All I had to do was practice 5 times a week for a month. The class schedule also seemed quite flexible, and each session was just 90 minutes long. The instructor was a Lebanese belly dancer based out of the UK.
I figured this would be the perfect surprise for Rohit’s birthday and enrolled in the course. The first week was spent in movement exercises and learning how to move your hips and chest as belly dancers do. It was very intense and tiresome.
However, I managed to take these online classes without Rohit knowing about them. I had told him that I had joined an online Pilates class, which explained the sweat and tiredness. I almost got caught when I ordered the basic belly dance attire for the class on Amazon.
Rohit picked up the delivery. But he didn’t open it and didn’t even ask what it was. The classes were going very well. 3 weeks later, I was confident enough to pull off as a decent belly dancer. On the last day of the course, all participants had to perform for 5 minutes that they had choreographed themselves.
I decided to combine the two goals and prepare what I would perform for Rohit on his birthday. I then began choreographing my set. First of all, I had to pick a song to dance to. After deciding on the song, I went on to choreograph the steps for it.
Finally, the 30th day of the course arrived. I performed my set for the class. The instructor was quite happy with my performance and said it was very sensual. She praised me and said that for a 30-day course, the progress I had made was quite remarkable.
I was elated that the practice run for the main event had gone well. I was now completely confident about pulling off this role of a belly dancer. There were still 8 days left for Rohit’s birthday. I wanted to make it a perfect night, so I ordered the sexiest looking belly dancer costume. It was delivered 3 days later.
Now I had everything in place to pull off my plan. I still had 5 days left, and I thought of how I could make it an authentic experience for Rohit. I picked out his attire for the night and gave it to the laundry for it to be ready to wear. I had also planned out the ambiance I would create for that night.
I was very excited about what would happen on the night of his birthday. But on Tuesday night, 2 days before his birthday, Rohit said that he had to travel to Mumbai. He would only be back on Friday night. A day after his birthday.
I was very disappointed. Of course, I couldn’t blame Rohit, as he had no idea of the surprise I had planned. But I tried to get him to come back home on Thursday itself.
I told him, “But honey, it’s your birthday on Thursday. Your first one after our wedding. Please come back on Thursday. I want to spend it with you.”
He said, “I know, baby. I want to spend it with you as well. I don’t want to be swamped with files in a different city on my birthday. But I can’t skip work. It’s an important client, and it’s urgent work.”
I said, “I’m not asking you to skip work. You have to do what you have to. But, try coming back home on Thursday. I want to be with you on your birthday.”
He said, “I wish I could. But I have to be in Mumbai on Friday. The filing is going to happen on Friday.” My face just dropped, and Rohit saw the disappointment in my eyes.
He added, “I’m sorry, Tanu. How about this? I will try my best to come back on Thursday. But, no promises. And if I’m being totally honest, it’s quite unlikely.”
I was still sulking. But I understood his situation. I then said, “Okay. Fine. But I’ll miss you.” He said, “You have no idea how much I’ll miss you. I’ll miss you more than you miss me.” I hit his arms and said, “You wouldn’t leave me and go to another city if you missed me more”.
He said, “Babe, it’s not like I want to.” I smiled and said, “Yeah. I know. I was just saying.” He hugged me, and I hugged back.
So, the next morning he left for Mumbai. I was very upset that my surprise had been foiled even before it began. The entire morning I was in a bad mood. By lunchtime, I had calmed down and thought about how best to deal with the situation.
It then dawned upon me. If Rohit can’t come, I can always go to Rohit. It would be an even better surprise. I immediately booked a flight to Mumbai for the following day and a return flight the same as Rohit’s. I booked an afternoon flight which meant I would reach Mumbai by 5 PM.
I spent the evening packing my things, planning my surprise and working out how to go about the night. By dinner time, I was all set for my trip to Mumbai, and I had chalked out everything. I then decided to tease Rohit that night.
As usual, he called me after dinner. We spoke for a short duration. He said that he was tired and that he would lie down. I asked whether he would go to sleep or if I could call him at midnight. He said he wouldn’t go to sleep but lie down and rest.
At about 11.58, I video called Rohit. He was lying down on his bed alone, and I felt bad for him. I wished him a happy birthday. We spoke for a few minutes, and we ended the call. Seeing how he was all alone, I felt that I should do something to cheer him up.
I wanted to tease him as a build-up to the surprise that would follow the next day. I quickly changed from my sleepwear and put on black laced lingerie. I decided to sext him.
I took a photo of myself lying on the bed, fully viewing my body, wearing lingerie and pouting. I sent that photo with a caption saying, “I miss you.”
He replied, “Tanu, please don’t do this to me now. You have no idea how much I miss you.”
Now, I removed my bra. With my left hand, I covered my tits. I made puppy eyes and bit my lips. I took a close-up selfie with my right hand showing my face and body to my stomach with the boobs covered by my left hand. I sent the photo with the caption saying, “Do what?”
He replied saying, “That. Looking so sexy when you’re so far away. How I wish I could just kiss you right now.”
I placed the phone against the headrest. I lied down on my stomach, crossed my legs, lifted them, and looked right at the camera. My boobs were squished against the mattress, but my cleavage was visible. I turned on the timer on my phone camera and struck a pose.
I was holding my chin with my hands. My cleavage was visible between my arms. My folded legs were up in the air behind my head. I sent this photo next with a caption that said, “Am I looking sexy? What would you do to me apart from kissing me?”
He sent a message saying, “So so sexy. Little Rohit is all excited. I would kiss every inch of you and make love to you.”
I removed the panty I was wearing. I switched on the 10-second timer on the camera. I turned over to my right side. I crossed my thighs to cover my pussy. I placed a pillow in front of my boobs. I used my right hand to support my head. I ran my left hand over my hair.
This photo captured my entire body and my curves well. I sent that photo next with a caption saying, “How excited is little Rohit?” He sent a photo of the tent his boner had made in his pajamas with a caption that said, “as excited as ever when seeing you like that.”
I texted back, saying, “Seeing little Rohit has got my pussy all wet. I want to hold it. I want to feel it.”
Rohit video called me. I picked up and, in a sensual voice, said, “Yes, baby?” He said, “Look what you’ve done. I’m all horny and hard now. Plus, I’m all alone in a faraway city.”
I said, “I am horny as well. So, tell me, honey. What would you do to me if I were next to you.” I placed the phone against the headrest and got in front of it. I moved so that Rohit had a full view of my body.
He said, “I would kiss you. Bite your ears. Kiss you on your neck and play with your boobs.” He continued, “I would then suck your nipples, squeeze them, lick them. Tickle your nipples. Kiss your navel. Run my hand all over your body.”
I had started to touch myself. I was feeling my boobs and squeezing them. I was running my hands all over my body. I said, “And then?”
Rohit continued, “I would kiss your midriff. I would slowly make my way down to your thighs. I would kiss your inner thigh. Squeeze your cute little ass.” I touched myself at the places Rohit mentioned.
He said, “I would kiss your pussy and start licking it. I would run my finger across your clit.” I was now rubbing my clit. He continued, “I would massage your clit and push my tongue into your pussy. I would then slowly insert one finger. Then another. And then another. I would push it in and out.”
Hearing Rohit says all this. I was completely turned on. My pussy was starting to get wet. My nipples were hard. My clitoris had swelled up. I started to finger my pussy.
Rohit said, “What would you do to me if you were next to me?” It was now my turn to participate. I said, “I would kiss you everywhere and slowly make my way down to your crotch. I would pull down those pajamas. I would lick your dick.”
As I said, Rohit pulled down his pajamas and let out his dick. I continued to finger my pussy. I continued, “I would lick your dick and lather it up with my saliva. I would then slowly take it in my mouth and suck on it.”
Hearing this, he started to stroke his dick. I continued to finger my pussy. He now placed his phone against the pillows and moved to be in the camera frame. He was lying down on his back and stroking his dick. He said, “And then?”
I said, “I would suck on it till it became rock hard and fully erect. Then I would try to take it all into my mouth. I would push it in till I started to gag.” I could see that by now, Rohit’s dick had gotten hard and erect. He went out of the frame and returned a few seconds later.
He had gone to get moisturizer to use as lube. He squirted some on his dick and resumed stroking it. “Rohit, I’m dying to take your dick in me. I’m so wet.” He said, “My cock wants to feel your pussy squeezing it as it fucks it.”
By now, the both of us were extremely horny. We had increased the pace of our respective motions. I fingered my pussy with one hand and rubbed my clit. Rohit was stroking his dick with his hands.
We stopped talking as the both of us were making sensual sounds. I was moaning, and he was sighing and grunting. We kept up the motions. We didn’t need to speak anymore. Our sounds kept us in the mood. I shut my eyes and imagined Rohit’s dick pounding my pussy.
Around 2-3 minutes later, I was close to my climax. I said, “I’m going to cum. Fuck me harder, Rohit. Don’t stop. Faster. Yes. Fuck me.” I increased the pace of my fingering and rubbing.
A few moments later, Rohit also said, “I’m going to cum too. Your pussy is so good. It’s squeezing my dick. It’s giving me so much pleasure.”
I climaxed. I let out a moan and fell back on the bed. Rohit had still not cummed. He continued to stroke his dick, and about 40 seconds later, he too climaxed.
Both of us had masturbated, thinking about each other and climaxed. I looked into the phone. Rohit was looking at me. The both of us exchanged smiles. I said, “That felt so kinky. But also very fun.” He said, “Yeah. It felt strange but enjoyable.”
We then spoke for a little bit, and after I once again wished him his birthday, we ended the call. I got up and cleaned myself and wore my nightwear again. I thought about the surprise I would be giving Rohit that night. It was very exciting. After another few minutes of thinking about it, I went to sleep.
I woke up quite early the next morning. I tried going back to sleep, but my excitement got better. I gave up on my attempts to go back to sleep and got out of bed. I freshened up. I was ready to leave for Mumbai by around 10.30 AM.
I rechecked whether I had packed everything and went over my plan once again in my head. Finally, at noon, I decided to leave for the airport. By 1.30 PM, I was checked in. It was approximately a 2-hour flight from Delhi to Mumbai.
Generally, Rohit doesn’t call me during clinic hours. But, if it’s urgent and I’m not reachable, he leaves a message with my assistant. So, I had instructed her to tell him that I was with a patient if at all Rohit contacted her.
Having covered my bases, I was confident about pulling it off. Nobody else knew about the plan. So there was no way anybody was going to spoil it. The flight was as per the schedule, and I landed in Mumbai at 5 PM. By the time I disembarked and gathered my luggage, it was 5.20 PM.
I checked my phone, but Rohit had not tried to reach me. So, all was going well. I hired a uber to take me to the hotel Rohit was staying at. Taj Land’s End was in Bandra, the hotel near SRK’s house. Thanks to Mumbai traffic, it was nearly 6.40 PM when I reached the hotel.
I messaged Rohit whether he had winded up with his work for the day. He said that he was just about to wind up and he would call me once he reached his room. His client’s office was in Lower Parel, and it would take him at least an hour to reach the hotel in peak traffic.
I was happy that I had enough time to plan out my surprise. But, as I reached the reception, I encountered a problem that hadn’t even crossed my mind. The hotel policy didn’t allow me access to Rohit’s room. I tried to explain the situation to the manager.
He said that while he understood that I was surprising Rohit. But he could not provide me with an access card to his room without his specific instruction.
I tried to tell them that I was his wife. But they still refused. I was very sad. My surprise was going to fall flat. I had to decide whether I would tell Rohit I was in Mumbai and ask him to tell the hotel to let me in. Or surprise Rohit when he reaches the hotel.
After about 5 minutes of thinking, I decided to call Rohit. He picked up and said, “What’s up, Tanu?” I said, “So, the thing is, I’m at your hotel.” Rohit was shocked. He said, “What do you mean? You’re in Mumbai?”
I said, “Yeah. I wanted to surprise you. But it didn’t dawn upon me that the hotel wouldn’t let me enter your room in your absence. So, I’m kind of stuck in the lobby. Could you talk to the hotel manager?”
Rohit said, “You’re just unbelievable. You’re completely crazy. But I’m so happy you came. Okay. Let me talk to the hotel and get back to you.”
He cut the call. After about a minute, the manager started to walk towards me from the reception. Just as he reached me, Rohit called. He said, “It’s done. They will give you the key to my room. Unbelievable. The stunts you pull.”
I giggled. He said, “I can’t wait to see you. Love you.” I said, “Love you too. Come soon.”
The manager handed me the key card and said, “Here you go, ma’am. Sorry for the trouble. But it’s against our hotel policy to give a guest’s room.” I said, “Yeah. I understand. It’s just that my surprise isn’t a surprise anymore.” The manager once again apologized and left.
The bell boy helped me with my luggage to Rohit’s room. Once inside, I was overcome with the excitement of what I was about to do.
I locked the door and began to survey the room. It was a sea-facing room with a sitting area with two sofas, a king-sized bed, and a bathroom. Here I encountered the second problem of the day. There was no space in the room to perform a dance.
I was getting frustrated. It looked like my surprise was going to fall flat. I shall continue this story in the next part.
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