Madhu, my wife, was 25 years old. Fair skin, neither too fat nor too thin, a perfect figure of 36-28-36, with long black hair flowing down to her waist. Her face was innocent, big eyes, pink lips, but she didn’t know much about sex. She was a simple village girl, only interested in managing the house and serving me after our marriage. I, Rakesh, 30 years old, a rugged, masculine man, six feet tall, broad chest, but I had a deep flaw. My cock was seven inches long, sure, but it was useless for fucking a pussy. Truth is, I loved getting my ass fucked, a secret I never shared with Madhu.