Jo Jo teaching Vishal to cheat
Hi I am Jo Jo. I belong to a Vishal, 26 M, from Pune. He is 5’ 10’’, fair, hairy legs and chest, regular at GYM, likes swimming & trekking. He works in a bank at Kothrud area. His routine is to reach at bank 9.30 am and leaves at 6.00 pm.
He is married for over a year now. At home, its just Vishal and Rhea. Rhea is a sweet, bubbly, beautiful, 23yr old girl. She stays are home all day, likes shopping, movies (All kind, specially the naughty ones) and loves having hot fun when hubby is back home.
Life at bank is very interesting. All sort of people visit bank, they talk to the representative about their banking needs. After few visits, the bonding starts to develop between people. Bank’s representatives start understanding their customers needs very intuitively.
In this respect Vishal is a gifted man. Vishal is able to look into eyes and read the thoughts of people he meets. Oh sorry, I forgot to introduce myself properly to my lovely readers. I am the one that makes Vishal, a MAN.
I am the naughty, energetic, overactive part of Vishal’s body, that gives this lovable nice boy, a shade of grey. Though I could have been referred to by different names like, penis, cock, lund, kunna etc etc., Rhea thought differently. She gave me this beautiful name Jo Jo.
Divya, 31, is one of the most regular visitor to the bank. She runs a small business of her own and has her saving and current account at this bank. She has been meeting Vishal at least twice a week for almost 6 months now.
They are now become good friends. When Divya arrives at bank, Vishal and I smile together. She used to smile back at Vishal, but poor me, being hidden under the desk, was always neglected.
I am not the type, who would accept being neglected gladly. I started sending naughty thoughts to Vishal’s mind. In the beginning, Vishal ignored and continued being normal. He used to think about his wife, and about being a honest and good Man. But blame me, it all changed.
Slowly Vishal became aware of what a beautiful lady Divya was. Clad in saree, she was a a breath taking beauty. Chiseled features and graciously craved body, along with her elegant style of carrying herself, made for a heavenly combination.
Those 34 size boobs, 36’ bottom, 30’ belly could make any man drooool. I observed these assets of her, much before Vishal started to acknowledge them. Just a little sight through eyes of Vishal, made me stand up and salute this dream lady.
As the proximity between Vishal and Divya grew, so did my desire to dive deep inside this Goddess of Love and Lust. One day, after a long persuasion, Vishal agreed to my request for asking out Divya for a cup of coffee. To our surprise, she agreed readily.
On our first date, we came to know a lot about her. She was happily married lady, staying with her husband and kid. So, here on the coffee table, were 2 happily married people (not to each other), conversing with each other, and blame Jo Jo (me.. ) the sparks started to fly.
First I made the Vishal to move his foot close to her, and touch her foot, under the table. Since it was a small table for 2, the space beneath the table wasn’t much. If she did not like, he would say sorry and act innocent. But, guess what, the moment the foot touched her,
she preferred holding on to that position, became quiet, and looked deep into eyes of Vishal, to search for the meaning. Vishal spoke with his eyes, of the strong attraction he felt about her, and she reciprocated, through her expressions, without saying a word.
Oh Gosh, it was one of the most exiting situation of my life. Of being involved in an initiation of friendship that was going to be extremely loaded with lust. The touch increased from foot to leg upto knee, and I struggled in the limited space I was provided in Vishals Jockey.
I request for his hand’s help for adjusting lengthwise, and I got it in few moments. Though Vishal was discreet while adjusting me, still it caught an eye of Divya. And she gave a small, subtle smile, and Vishal blushed.
The topic changed to interest and hobbies. The one thing that was common between the two, was that they both were fans of www.Humandigest.com . Both loved erotica. Both had fantasies. And both were willing to speak with each other about it.
Getting naughtier, Vishal expressed his desire to touch the belly and navel of Divya and to feel her heat. Cultured men, always start slow. Vishal was a God of Love himself sitting beside Goddess of lust.
Listening to Vishal’s desire, Divya smiled and looked towards mutiplex across the street. I jumped with joy… wow, I am getting luckier. They selected a small movie, so that both can get home before its too late.
They could always tell about traffic jam and met friend on the way.. and stuff like that. To prevent any suspicion in minds of any friend happening to visit that multiplex at that time, they split after buying tickets, entered separately and met inside.
They waited for a while for the hall to get darker and the movie to begin. I needed her attention, that I was craving for all so long. 5 min after the movie started, Vishal collected his courage and held her hand. This sent shiver in her.
Vishal got her hand close to his lips, and started kissing softly, every inch of her hand. Divya just closed her eyes, and submitted herself to the moment. She could feel the effect of the kiss travel from her finger to her deepest part.
Vishal moved to her wrist, forearm. Being gentle, and without making any noise. Finally got his face close to her, and she kissed his cheek. Now, Vishal was excited beyond imagination. His hands traveled under her saree pallu to feel her stomach.
He could feel the warmth and deep breaths of her, said it all. He searched for navel which was finally found. His fingers played around it for a while. Now, taking his had in her own, she got it close to her lips. Kissed his palm, and she moved it to her neck.
Slowly moving downwards, it reached the top end of her blouse. He let his one finger enter from the top and started to feel her soft skin. All this while I stood in excitement, and waited for her attention. Finally he let his hand feel her entire boob and pressed the left one.
This made her reach a different planet. She just couldn’t control herself and her hands came looking for me. She found me from over the trouser, held me tightly, as he pressed her boobs one by one. She started massaging me.
You can imagine the feeling. I bet if you were in my place, you would have cum instantly. But it ends the show at that, isn’t it. And I did not want to play spoil sport. So, I held back, and kept enjoying the massage. While she enjoyed his hands over her sensitive boobs.
He saw around, they did not have anyone beside or behind them. That made him go one step further. He slowly opened her hooks of the blouse. Luckily the bra was front opening too. She let him do that, while she tried her best to cover them with her saree.
Those nipples were crafted in heaven. Pink and erect, simply mind blowing. Vishal played around with them for a while. She started to look for a way to reach me. Vishal helped her by lowering his zipper and her fingers were quick to find their way in.
Finally the moment arrived. The moment that I waited for so long. Her fingers and me were united. Her hand hugged me, as if to thank me for being naughty and give courage to Vishal to reach so far. Since that day, I and Divya are good friends, hopefully forever.