I am a kept woman. Still didn’t get it? It means what you call a concubine or mistress in English or a Rakhael in hindi and umpudukatte in telugu. T...is is my attempt to tell you the story of how I ended up being kept and how much I like being so. Hopefully, you will understand why I enjoy being so too.My husband (atleast in my mind) is my cousin. He is my maternal uncle’s son and is almost fourteen years older than me. My parents live in a small remote village, so very early in my life, I moved. I continued to lick out the sweet juices as she started to come down from her orgasm. With a breathless voice she said I want you in me. I slowly moved around so that I was between her legs and on my knees I positioned my now very stiff cock to the entrance of her hole. I slowly moved my cock up and down the slit paying particular attention to the clit before slowly inch by inch I pushed into what had become a very wet but very warm love whole.Slowly at first I started to pump my cock in and. “Would you like some more time to think about things?” she added. “Umm, can I come and see you tomorrow after work and have a chat to you both?” I asked and Maria responded in the affirmative. I had more or less made up my mind, but still couldn’t give the answer. I ended up not going to work on the Monday, I was simply too distracted and too focussed on the meeting that evening to contribute at work. I was very nervous when I went round to the restaurant but both Lionel and Maria appeared as. It wasn'tthat I wanted to become a woman, or felt like a man trapped in a woman'sbody, I just wanted to try it out, to feel like they feel. She might nothave enjoyed sex, but Gina compensated for that by being and dressingespecially sexy. I looked on her wardrobe with a mixture of lust and envyas she dressed in short skirts and low cut tops, high heels and silkstockings, with alluring lacy lingerie underneath it all. I just knew that her wedding dress would be gorgeous and that she in itwould.