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Rashi and Pooja swapping husbands - I

This sex experience of my life is very different from which we generally read on such sites. Today after thinking for long time I am writing it down. It’s not a swinger's story, or an ordinary partner swapping saga, it is something which I cannot define in one word or line, and rather I will say that even I don't know exactly what it is. So I am leaving that prospect on readers.

After reading this whole experience, I don’t know what conclusion readers will make about me or about rest of the three people about whom I am writing, and truly speaking it hardly matters to me, rather I would like to tell readers that I have made one conclusion after experiencing this, that Sex and Lust is God's joke on human beings and I am sure that he will laughing continuously,

while sitting and looking at us. I have tried my best to make it more like a sex story, keeping incidents intact. Anyway enough of intro now, and here my experience begins, right from start. I am Rashi and my experience revolves around my husband Rohan, my best friend Pooja and her husband Kartik. Certainly names are not true, and I have taken these names from the previous stories of this site.

We belonged to a reasonably big city of India but not metro or cosmopolitan. Pooja and I were very good friends, from our school time and Rohan was also part of our group of friends having few more girls and guys. Even after schooling, I and Pooja were in good touch, rather we were best friends, we did graduation together and slowly life moved on.

We both were mainly in touch of Rohan even after school and during our whole graduation. Reason was simple, Rohan was attracted towards Pooja, and I was bit towards Rohan. Time moved and during our graduation our friendship grew and became strong. I knew that Rohan likes Pooja, I sensed it easily and many times I talked to Pooja about that,

but Pooja had entirely different perspective for him. She was a daughter of Army man and she needed somebody of that class and style. Many times Rohan asked me about Pooja, whether she likes him or not, but I avoided that conversation knowing that Pooja do not think about him in that way. Time passed like that and we three got closer and closer.

After graduation we three got shifted to nearest metropolitan city to do professional courses of our choices. As expected I and Pooja accommodated together as PG and Rohan took flat on rent, sharing with few of his friends. Rohan joined course of hotel management and on one fine day proposed Pooja, as expected she rejected and Rohan got bit depressed.

Life moved on, still we three were good friends. Pooja’s refusal made bit positive environment for me and me and Rohan got closer. If I will compare myself with Pooja in appearance, then truly speaking Pooja was much more beautiful than me. Although I was fair in color and she was bit dusky.

I had a bit big body skeleton but with a flat belly, I had good amount of flesh on my thighs, and ass mounds with big breasts. She was well in shape and had sharp features, curly hairs, nicely shaped arms and legs with flat slender waist, well shaped ass and medium or bit bigger sized breasts. Apart from appearance, we both were very different in nature, she was much more intelligent than me,

I had a simple perspective for life and Pooja had her own style. She was fond of luxuries and urban culture, and I was bit simple and casual. Amazingly even then we were very good friends. Life moved on like that. After few months, Rohan proposed me, I accepted and gradually everything settled down.

I accepted his proposal even after knowing that he is still attracted towards Pooja, I assumed that time will play rest of the part in our life to make our living normal and consistent. All of us were working in our streams and life moved on, I made sexual relation with Rohan even before getting committed and gradually we were moving towards the consistency of this relation.

Rohan was still attracted towards Pooja, but things were moving in positive direction slowly. I had few open conversations with Pooja on this and she assured me that everything will be on track, when she will get her mate. We thought about marriage and because of our different cast we faced some problem, from my family’s side.

Because we were stuck on our decision, so finally parents agreed and everything got settled and we two got married. In the mean time Pooja came in touch of a guy through on of her family friend who was in CRPF at a very good rank. A love affair took place between them and finally they got married. I liked Kartik as a human, and I was happy for my friend that she has got a very good match.

Unfortunately just after 7-8 months of marriage he was posted to the outskirts of one Indian state where Nexelides were active. I think the direct result of this was that the sex in Pooja's marriage was infrequent, though excellent when she has it. We both were very free to each other as I said we were best friends, so we discussed our sex life with each other occasionally.

In her own words Kartik, her husband, is a powerful and demanding lover with considerable skill and stamina. He fucks her superbly and she loves it, but she use to get it occasionally. As a person Kartik was really good man, disciplined and reserved, gentle and soft spoken, well educated and well mannered too.

On my side my husband Rohan was fun loving guy, witty and having good and sometimes vulgar sense of humor, with lot of male ego and flirting habits, also good lover but bit extra horny and he use to convince me to try weird things like oral sex in which partners suck and lick each other; I never liked these things at all.

But slowly I started doing it, as I knew that my husband likes it. Altogether my sex life was full of fun, we use to enjoy and life was moving; as far as I know, I don’t remember if I have ever said no to Rohan for sex, whenever he asked for sex we did it, rather sometimes I use to ask him if he needs an oral pleasure before penetrating, although I never liked doing that.

In my perspective Rohan was living sexually satisfied life with me, as I was living with him. Kartik was staying hundreds of mile away from us and use to come occasionally. Many times he tried to convince Pooja to come along with him, but she disagreed. She wanted to live urban life and was carrier oriented.

Many times I had conversation with her on this subject; even I tried to convince her to do what Kartik is saying, but every time she disagreed. Like that few months passed, we all were busy in our rat race. I don’t know when something started between Rohan and Pooja. I was blind and never saw a single thing happening around me in that way.

This fact came in front of me on the day when we all had a plan to go to the movie, which was followed by the dinner. It was Pooja’s birthday. I knew that initially Kartik tried to make it for this day, but later he informed that his leave application has got canceled. So I and Rohan made a plan to cheer her up, so we made this program.

I don’t know fortunately or unfortunately something happened and I got stuck in my office for unknown time, due to some work. I informed Rohan and Pooja, and finally we cancelled movie and continued with a program of Dinner only. Pooja was supposed to come to our place around 8, so was I and from there we have to move it for our dinner.

Suddenly I got free well before expected time and I was about to call Rohan to inform that I am heading towards home, but I received a call from Kartik, unexpectedly he was in town and he wanted to give a surprise to Pooja. He asked my help to buy some gift for her, I agreed and we met in on of the good markets of the town, he bought expensive jewelry for her and we proceeded towards my house.

We were well before expected time almost two hours early and when we reached Pooja’s car was parked in my campus along with Rohan’s car. It surprised me and Kartik too but not much and we took it casually. Intentionally we entered in house silently, with my set of keys. Nobody was there in living room; we heard some laughing noise from my bedroom.

I moved towards room, but my instinct stopped me, my heart beat went high. I don’t know what I thought and why I moved on the backside of our bedroom and took Kartik along. Silently we stood closer to the window of the bed room, and tried to see inside. Fortunately we had clear view as big portion of curtain was off, and widow was opened, in a way that it was unnoticeable from inside.

Scene inside was that Pooja was sitting on bed and Rohan was missing. Door of bathroom was open; noise of shower was clear, I assumed Rohan is in shower, I knew this because he had a habit of getting a shower before getting into bed for sex. We both, me and Kartik were standing silently, rather we did not had anything to talk about everything was almost understood.

Truly speaking I was worried and at that time I was praying to god to don’t let it happen. We three were very good friends and if Pooja was sitting in our bedroom even in my absence with Rohan, then I had nothing to doubt about, and I thought that if they will not do anything then for me there is nothing to worry about.

I don’t know what Kartik was thinking, he was standing just behind me and like me he was waiting for something to happen or something not to happen. With in a minute or two Rohan appeared on the door of bathroom. Pooja smiled gently at Rohan as he stepped out of the bathroom, fresh from a shower, only in a thick white towel wrapped around his waist.

He smiled at her in return. He came closer to her, she also moved now they were very close, their bodies were almost touching. My heart was pumping very high, Kartik was standing behind me, and he was watching every moment of his wife getting closer to get fucked by someone else, as I was watching my husband, with my best friend.

I couldn’t believe on my eyes, I knew that Rohan had a desire for Pooja from a very beginning, but I never expected this, I never expected that Pooja, my closest friend will ever think of doing this, I don’t know how she agreed to do this and decided to deceit me. Silently he took her by her slim waist and pulled her closer.

She slipped her long fingers on his waist under the towel and tugged it to open the knot, slipping the towel off, to his feet. He was wearing nothing underneath. My husband was standing naked in front of my friend, and her husband was standing behind me, watching his wife doing all this.

She went closer to him and felt the size and weight of his penis against her belly, she tilted her face up to his and they looked in each other’s eyes, for a long moment and the fires of her lust danced in their eyes. He bent his head to hers. His lips met hers and she stiffened at the first, electric touch of his lips and then his tongue slid past her lips and met hers in flickering reply.

She sucked on his tongue, on his lips, met his kiss in measure. His hands were on the nape of her neck, caressing, sliding up and down her slender body, cupping her breasts. He slid the pallu of her sari off her shoulder, and pulled all the plates of her sari at once, It rustle to her feet and he tugged at the draw-cord of her petticoat, letting that, too, drop.

Now she was wearing just panty on her lower half. One by one, he flicked open the hooks of her blouse and she wriggled out of it, finally in her arms, just in bra and panty. By the time Rohan would have drew her panty down to her feet, she herself unhooked her bra and got fully naked. I was going insane watching this, I noticed that Kartik was also getting out of his senses,

he was breathing bit differently may be in anger or embarrassment. I looked behind to see him; he was watching his wife naked in front of someone else. He was looking inside from window without a flick of an eye. Again Rohan took Pooja’s face in his hands and kissed her hungrily, he tongued her ear and sucked and nibbled on her earlobe she moaned nicely when his hands cupped her breasts and they got squeezed properly.

They both were burning with lust and getting hot. Slowly Pooja stepped back and took her finger to her cunt and started rubbing. Rohan knew what she needed, Rohan smiled Shall I lick your slit?" "Mm. Slowly.". She replied in sexy voice. I could hear as widow was bit open. Pooja laid on bed, closed her eyes, spread her legs wider.

Rohan kneeled down and got to his knees on the floor, looked at her luscious naked fuck hole and in a second he buried his face between her legs. She gasped softly as his tongue rolled over her flesh. Do it! Ohhhhhh uhh yes uhhh ohhh yes oh fuck yes!" She gasped and moaned eagerly under his mouth, she started spreading her legs wider, her hips rocking up and down in increasing urgency,

her body jerking and lurching in pleasure. Rohan entered his finger in her slit and finger fucked her along with sucking her clitoris. She was moaning high in lust and passion, unaware of the fact that her husband is watching her getting sucked by someone else. Abruptly, he slowed, making her groan in frustration. "Oh god Rohan oh god," she whimpered please…. Rohan don’t stop.

He chuckled "C'mon," he murmured. "Suck me." Rohan came on bed on his knees, Pooja was already laying on bed, quickly; Pooja took his cock in her mouth and began sucking it furiously. Rohan groaned and gasped, fucking her mouth rapidly, his hands were on her swollen, pendulous breasts, moving up to her head, rocking it back and forth, caressing her face, and going down to her breasts again.

Pooja increased her speed and started sucking and jerking his cock like a machine. She squeezed his fucking dick to make him cry in pleasure and pain Suck my dick! Suck it harder! Ohhhhhh uhh Pooja Chus aur chus Ahhh… Ah…. Saali Raand…. Ahhh…..No….Oh Shit. Suddenly she paused and Rohan went mad, holding his rod tightly he felled on bed in unbearable pleasure.

Pooja laughed cruelly as if she has succeeded in taking revenge. Rohan took few seconds to get into his senses, then after he simply pulled Pooja’s legs and widen them up to max, and shoved his full cock in one go. Pooja screamed in this sudden attack but swallowed the pain without any trouble. Her legs were pointing roof and Rohan was laying and riding on her furiously.

Rohan’s firm rounded buttocks flexed and unflexed rhythmically. His hips moved hurriedly up and down, back and forth, in a fast, seamless, rocking action. She lay on her back, naked, perspiring slightly, her creamy skin glistening with sweat. She was fully naked laying under my husband having just few ornaments on her body, gold mangalsutra and matching earrings and finger-rings of diamond and gold,

4-5 bangles in both the hands and silver payal on her ankles. Her legs were wrapped around Rohan, and he was pumping her fuck hole continuously. She closed her eyes and moaned softly, her body was jerking gently with his thrusts, her fingers clenching his thickly padded shoulders. Rohan bent further over her on his forearms,

He kept his eyes on her face, fascinated by her sensual loveliness. Her lips were parted and next moment he kissed Pooja and sucked her tongue. Her cunt, hot and wet and tight, convulsed greedily on his pistoning penis, her hips writhing and lurching rhythmically under his. "Yes," she murmured. "Fuck me,, Rohan... fuck my hole... yes...... ahhhhhh uhh yes... that's it!".

Rohan got up partially and came on his knees, still leaning on Pooja, holding her knee joints, picked up speed effortlessly, rocking his hips swiftly up and down, his buttocks flexing and unflexing powerfully, his enormous penis plunging and pistoning steeply in and out of her cunt. She hissed in pleasure as he rammed his cock into her flesh.

I think it crushed her gorged clitoris in its back and forth, to and fro passage, mashing her cunt-flesh delightfully. Her body lurched and jerked faster and faster under his thrusts, her breasts were jiggling and bouncing, her gold necklace was slithering and tossing. Her head flipped from side to side as she moaned ecstatic obscenities, her tongue arching erotically across her upper lip.

"Mm... ohhhh yes... oh ma uhhhh yes uhhh yes... Rohan...fuck me... fuck me, Rohan... ohhhhhhhh uhhhh yes...ohhh He leaned and kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She sucked it sexily; her hands were roaming up and down on his naked body. Her hands slid down to his buttocks and she squeezed them eagerly, pulling his flesh deeper into her own.

Rohan murmured fuck yes... take it... oh fuck yes Ohhhhhh uhhh yeh, you fucking bitch... saali kutia, le mera lund apni chut main, pura le ….ye le…. ye le take it. with that suddenly, he switched to a violent trip-hammer rhythm, his hips rocking furiously back and forth and up and down, hammering at hers, his buttocks opening and closing with pauses, his cock ramming and plunging and reaming and plundering and slamming into her flesh.

"OH MA UHHH OHHHH UHH SO... UHHH... OHHHHHHHHHM uhh OHHHHHHHHH!" she cried, her head was whipping back, her mouth was tearing open, her body was jerking and lurching and thrashing furiously under his body, her fingers were now holding bed sheet and she pulled and crushed bed cover in ecstasy.

Suddenly Rohan stopped she moaned thickly, delirious with the pleasure. I could see that Pooja orgasmed violently, her cunt was convulsing frantically on his throbbing, swollen penis, her body arched, breath was hissing from her throat in a choking way, she made a big rattling gasp. Rohan groaned loudly, sitting on his knees, leaning on his hands over her, arching his head,

fighting to control himself as the intense heat and suffocating tightness of her cunt enveloped his piston. On a very next moment Rohan also came violently. Sensing his orgasm, Pooja opened her legs under him and took his cock deeper in her flesh, taking the thick, hot, creamy spurts of jizz completely in her fuck hole.

He kept coming and coming and, bent further to kiss her, Pooja embraced him and they hugged each other. Tears were floating in my eyes, I turned to look at Kartik, he was watching every happening, and as I turned he looked into my eyes and uttered just two words, “let’s go”. We walked back silently and he drove my car to the main road and after driving for around 4-5 km,

he stopped near big walking ground. We both were short of words, through out the way we were silent, even when we were sitting in car we were just thinking, and just looked at each other several times and turned our heads down. How often they had done this? When was she here before this? How long had they been lovers? A thousand unanswered questions flooded our mind.

Finally Kartik broke the silence between us, and he told me to call Rohan and inform him that you are coming. I did that. Kartik told me to behave normal, I was not sure that whether I will be able to do it or not, even then I agreed. Around scheduled time I reached home with Kartik and we did what we were supposed to do.

Pooja was pleasantly surprised to see him, and delighted to see her gift but now everything looked artificial, we proceeded for our dinner, many times she hugged Kartik and he behaved naturally, but on every such incident he looked into my eyes and smiled ironically. We knew everything and that is why every single second spent at that time with them seemed like a torture to us.

Finally celebration came to an end and we reached home. I tried to behave normal and talked to Rohan as much was required. Next morning we continued our routine, my mental state was not good at all rather I was going through hell, I don’t know what Kartik was thinking. Soon I received a call from Kartik. He wanted to meet me, so I packed up little early.

We met; he was very depressed and reluctant to talk about that. We could not think of any solution of this, moreover we didn’t had courage to face this truth. He had a plan to stay for a week, but he was leaving that night only. We had coffee together, saying good luck to each other, as we moved, I asked him to call. He smiled and just said OK and we both took our way.

Life was otherwise on track, but I was very uneasy. My behavior towards my husband changed, and he sensed that. I never asked for sex, because I never felt like doing it, and whenever he asked I made excuse every time. Many times he tried to talk to me about that, but I ignored. Many times I saw few changes and things in house when I came back from work and those changes reflected that Pooja was here and they had a fuck.

Life was moving like that, and bit of tension was building up between me and my husband. I was getting frustted with life, at one time I had Pooja as a friend but now I had nobody with whom I would have shared my pain. I never thought about talking to my parents, because it was my decision and from the very beginning they were not ready for this marriage.

Life was otherwise on track, as far as surface things were concerned. After around two weeks I received a call from some unknown number, it was Kartik. I was pleasantly surprised and happy to talk to him, although we just asked about each other and about our lives. Although we both knew the bitter fact of our life, even then we said that we are alright.

He told me that from the day he has reached back, he was very busy in his working schedule, so he never got time to call me, and later he said that he was very disturbed too and unwilling to talk to anybody in last few days. I took number of his guest house, where he was staying and where I can call him after certain time.

Finally before putting the phone down, with some hesitation he asked me that whether they have done it again, I spoke the truth, that I have got the hint 2-3 times, that Pooja was here at my house in my absence. He just replied with ok and our conversation came to an end. Few more weeks passed like that, and now I was getting use to of this life style, living with a person,

without any physical relation with whom I was in love at one time. From my side I never tried to give him or her any kind of clue, showing that I know everything running between them but I think from my behavior Rohan understood that I got a hint of his immoral character, but he was not at all sure that I know the complete thing and many times he told Pooja to ask me,

but I avoided talking to her on this subject but sensibly reflected normal behavior with her. Few more days passed, life moved. Somewhere I was getting starved for sex and physical love, but not for a fraction of a second I thought about reconciling with Rohan, until he accepts his mistake. May be it was my ego who was holding me back.

For my sexual satisfaction, I started watching xxx movies, which we had, on my laptop, and use to masturbate with my finger, sometimes on bed and sometimes in shower. In the beginning I used this way more frequently to satisfy myself sexually and it worked well but slowly this formula, I mean masturbating and watching movie stooped working, as I was getting bored of that, so I use to do it very occasionally.

Life was moving like that only. One day I was alone at home at the dinner time, as Rohan was supposed to attend a party in his office. Couple of times he insisted me to come along but I refused, so he went alone. I had dinner alone and came to bed with my laptop and watched one xxx movie and slept after masturbating. Somewhere past to midnight I heard some noise, it was him.

Rohan entered in house using his set of keys. I was half asleep, so I remained in my posture pretending myself in deep sleep. He came on bed beside me, I was laying facing away from him. He tried to turn me with force, I turned. He was drunk and tried to came on me, I resisted but he tried forcefully, I pushed him, he started pulling my clothes and ragged them partially,

I was half naked on bed struggling with my own husband. He slapped me and abused me by saying “aaj nahi chhodunga tujhe, saali kutia kya samjhti hai apne aap ko”. It was really shocking for me, to get it slapped by whom I was in love few days back. I tried to push him and screamed on him by saying “go to that bitch with whom you are sleeping, from months”.

My sentence stunned him or may be he was pretending that he is shocked, because first time this matter was opened between us. He screamed and tried to convince me that he is innocent by dominating through his voice. But I had no doubt in my mind, so without listening his excuses I tried to move and entered in toilet.

That night I slept in drawing room and I was very depressed, I cried in night and in morning tried to divert my mind with my work. It was a normal day in office and that day again Rohan was late, I don’t know why. I never asked him and he never bothered to inform me. I had light dinner and came to bed with one book. I was very frustrated from last night’s incident and was in bit crying state.

I had nobody with whom I would have shared my feelings. Suddenly my phone ranged, it was Kartik, I tried to pretend normal, but my voice was choked. He asked me where is Rohan, I spoke the truth, that I don’t know, then he asked me that how am I, I said ok, but I think anybody would have guessed, that I was not ok from my voice.

He asked me the reason of sounding low, I was hesitant to tell him, but he forced me to speak up. I explained him, whatever happened last night. He was really bothered about me and suggested me to go to my parents. But it was clear in my mind I cannot involve any of our parents, as my mother was neuro patient and father had a BP problem,

moreover my father was very short tempered and I was sure that if I will involve my parents then my father will have a fight with his parents and Rohan’s parents were very nice and they always took me as their daughter, besides even they were not medically fit. I talked to him about this, he suggested me few more things and from his way of conversation it was clear that he was worried about me.

I asked him about his life, he said that he has drowned himself in work; even then he is suffering and cannot stop thinking about what his wife has done with him. Although he was pretending perfectly normal with his wife, Pooja and he was totally in her touch. He told me that just before calling me he called Pooja,

and from her way of conversation he felt that she was not alone and that is why he asked about Rohan as a first thing. After few more minutes our conversation ended and before that he promised me that now he will call me more often. I was feeling better after talking to him, and somehow slept that night.

Kartik kept his promise, after that day he started calling me more often and sometimes I called him in the night. Couple of times we had long conversations, our conversations were very casual, sometimes about his tours in interiors and sometimes about my work culture. I was still living with my husband, cooking for him and doing household works,

we use to talk to each other when required, use to watch TV and matches together, everything was moving as usual except the sex part. I was living as if I am living in hostel and Rohan never dared to force me again because he knew that if I will take our parents between us, then he lose his standing,

as he was not sure that how I came to knew about his sexual relation with other woman and up to what extent I know the truth. Worst part was that after knowing the fact that I know the truth, complete or incomplete, he never tried to reconcile by accepting his mistake. Truly speaking if he would have done that, I would have forgotten everything, but at that time his male ego was driving him.

Gradually I started sharing all these views and major portion of my life happenings and my feelings with Kartik on phone and with in few weeks he became part of my life. I was in much better mental state after I got in regular touch of Kartik, he reached somewhere closer to me as a friend. I was falling bit by bit for his nature.

He always liked to listen to me when I keep on talking, which was totally opposite from Rohan. Slowly we further explored each other’s mind and we admitted to each other that we both feel good after talking to each other. Gradually we got closer and closer as time moved. I shared my so many things with him, my likings, disliking, few of my life incidents and lovely time spent on honeymoon with Rohan.

Also this fact that initially Rohan proposed Pooja first, and she refused. Kartik knew this fact. He was also getting free with me, and he too started sharing and told me about few of his incidents and happenings with Pooja. Slowly we got so addicted of each other that we started talking almost daily in night,

I was feeling that my life was changing and to some extent we kept our problem and life partners out of the way, I feel at that time he was at the place where Pooja was at one time, obviously within limits. Truly speaking our conversations were very casual and Kartik never tried to talk to me about sex intentionally, but someway that topic came in conversation and ended immediately.

I shared something, which any woman share it either with her husband or close friend, it was about my period dates. It happened in a way, that on the first day of my menses, I was feeling very tired and sleepy, and in night when Kartik called, I was not in condition to talk to him, I was sounding very low and in that tone I asked him, if we can talk tomorrow.

He couldn’t guess the actual reason and asked me about the matter, I tried to avoid, but he was worried. He assumed that Rohan has assaulted me again physically or sexually, and he forced me to speak up. I had to tell him, he immediately said sorry and told me to take rest and eat nutritious food.

Slowly boundaries of our conversations were getting wider, but we never crossed limits and whole talk always remained elegant and neat. I don’t know about Kartik, that what he use to think about me, but slowly I was getting attracted towards him and somewhere desire of seeing him or spending time with him started rising in me. I was very much starved for physical love and sexual pleasure,

and slowly my feelings, my thoughts and my desires were getting out of my control. While watching xxx movies and masturbating, I thought about Kartik, and surprisingly I realized that I felt that it pleasured me more. I tried this couple of times again, and it was amazing, I was getting good pleasure. I recalled that when I use to masturbate thinking about my husband,

I use to do it very less, sometimes not even after ten days, because I never got that level of pleasure which satisfied me much, but now I started doing it almost daily or maximum with a gap of a day. It was something sinful for me, I knew, but the thing was that I was getting pleasure from this, and I continued doing it.

Every time I masturbated thinking about Kartik, I felt guilty and promised myself that I will not do it again, but again next time I did same and continued like that several times, for few weeks, but truthfully I never thought about making these fantasies real, I never thought about cheating my husband. I don’t know what Kartik had in his mind about me, what I felt that he cares for me, as a friend.

My telephonic conversations with Kartik continued and now while talking to him I started thinking about him differently, something more than a friend. Once while talking to me on phone Kartik asked me about my plan of future, as things between me and Rohan were getting complicated due to lack of conversation.

He told me to talk to Rohan clearly, but I knew that he will never talk to me about this and will never accept his mistake. He was most egoistic creature ever came in my touch. He had a superiority complex of being a man, and somewhere I was also stuck with my ego that I will not reconcile, until he will say sorry for what he did.

Things were moving like that and slowly I was falling week in absence of love and sexual pleasure, I was unable to talk to Kartik from almost a week, because he was on tour, far away from his base. Things were accumulating inside me and I was bit frustrated and during this my birthday came, highly emotional day for me.

It was my second birthday after marriage, and I don’t know why I was hoping this that today differences between me and Rohan will be resolved. I assumed on my own that today he will reconcile and will take me in his arms. But since morning I was alone, he never bothered to talk to me properly.

My parents, and my in-laws called me to wish, Pooja called me to say happy birthday but Rohan never thought about wishing me, actually that day I was expecting a lot from him, even after mornings disappointment, I was hoping that he will surprise me in evening, I prepared few good dishes in dinner which we use to have on such occasions, but around 8 he massaged that he will not come home tonight.

I was totally alone, with nobody around me to celebrate, with lot of good food, prepared with lot of efforts and feelings. I was so depressed and controlling myself from crying. Kartik called in the night, I was unable to utter a single word, and I just started crying. He didn’t had a knowledge that it was my birthday, he just called me because he use to call me on regular intervals.

After listening my weeping, he tried to ask me that what has happened, but I was unable to say anything, I was just crying and sniffing. He just got scared, assuming that something terrible has happened to me, he was asking me again and again that what has happened. I was unable to sense that scared tone of his questions to me,

I uttered few words that was, “please come if it is possible” while crying, and he replied “ok I am coming, but tell me that what has happened”, he held the line till I gained some senses, I realized that I have terrified him, I said sorry to him for that and explained him everything. After I was finished he felt relieved that I am ok and nothing dreadful has happened between me and Rohan.

Then I again said sorry to him for what I did and told him not to come in hurry, as I was perfectly alright. He said ok to that and wished me happy birthday. We talked to each other casually and he told me about the adventures things happened during his tour.

After some time we finished and seriously once again I felt that I am feeling much better after talking to him. Don’t know what was that, but I was losing control on myself, my thoughts and desires.

I thought that if I would have at the place of Pooja, then I would have gone with him, no matter where he stays, in village or forest. A thought of being Kartik’s wife made me so happy that I started day dreaming, few days passed like that, and I was enjoying living in dreams.
To Be Continued…

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Richa having hot sex with lover

Hope every one is well. About myself, I am Richa doing my grad studies in US like to share my experience. Before I start, a nice preview of my assets, well! I am a man's fantasy. After coming to this country, I really worked on hard on my body and now have a perfect curvy shape and maintain it. This is one of the things I learnt from Americans.

Like many students of my University I live in an Apartment, my building has around 9 apartments and an in house laundry which is quite common here. Since I am quite well funded, I live alone and able to afford it. Let me come to the story, this happened a week back. Since then, my sex life has turned a U turn and now I am discovering the hidden pleasures of this wonderland with my lover.

On that day, I put my clothes for laundry and after some time I collected. While I was putting my clothes back in my closet, I realized I missed to pick my pink cushion cupped bra. It is one of my favorite bra, I rushed to laundry to grab it. There a guy an American more than six foot tall with proportionate body in sneakers was sniffing it.

I stood there, don't know what to say said Excuse me! It is mine. He on seeing me at once gave back to me and apologized. I said, it is ok with a smile. He too smiled. Then I left the place and before I was in my room. I just stopped at the my door and was wondering about what was going on his mind.

I somehow sniffed my own bra and even started biting without knowing that he was seeing me as he'd to cross my room to reach the stairs to go to basement. This very thought made me horny as I've been a very bookish studious girl. I finger myself once in a while to relieve myself from the hormonal pressures.

Back where I left, he said slowly baby it'd hurt your bra and added that you are really beautiful. I thanked him and asked what you were thinking while sniffing it. It seems he'd understood by now, how horny I was then and asked do you mind if I show you what was on my mind. I was not prepared for it and went inside my room.

He followed me and grabbed me from back and said I like you very much since the day I saw you first. I know Americans craving for tanned skin which I have naturally. But, I suspected his words and soon I melted in his strong arms and I totally forgot about it. He started kissing me while fondling my tits and enjoying the warmth of my flesh.

This slowly turned me on and he kissed me on my lips, me too opened my mouth and let him to suck my lips. My hands moved under his t-shirt and felt his roughness of his muscle. I could sense his tool right in front of my crotch. This feeling was really different than the one I had been experiencing with my finger.

He pinned me against the wall and started kissing me passionately. I on the other hand was very submissive to his instincts as it is my first time and was just reciprocating by allowing him to kiss me and to move his warm tongue around my neck. His hand until then was exploring my waist started entering my pant and trying to feel my ass.

He grabbed my ass and pressed it to feel it, which although gave me a slight pain but at that moment everything he did felt so wonderful to me. For a second, I thought what I am doing after going through all these but the excitement, the pleasure, the way he was doing wonders on me made me to overlook the slightest inhibition that came up in my mind.

I decided to enjoy the moment and leaving aside all other thoughts, started to focus on this. I detached myself from his kiss, he gave me a puzzled look, I smiled and told him door his open. He too smiled back said don't worry then stopped, btw, I am Brad he said. That’s when I realized, OMG! I don't even know his name, I said I am Richa.

He said nice to meet you and went back to close the door. I made myself comfortable and said so you like my bra, don't you? He said, well! I do but I like you more in fact I was going to ask you out but was little afraid as you are not american and I was confused how you will receive this. So, I kept all these things to myself. All I could manage was really! he said yes again.

He scored 8/10 in the way he spoke to me about his feelings and I of course said yes for his proposal but lets keep the date here at my apt as I really not in a mood to go out. Let me cook some hot spicy indian stuff for you, to make things better he said he''ll bring wine. We spoke about lot of things savouring the food and wine sitting on my sofa.

I started liking him and he too felt the same way as he took my arm and started caressing it. Now after gulping down three glasses of red wine, the lust which had got subsided for a while in me sprang up. I am sure he too was feeling the same as he had started making some moves on me.

His right hand went around my waist lifted my tops and started playing with my navel while he was kissing my left arm all the way to my neck. I was wearing a sleeveless top and a pant as it was fall but summer was still around. I just couldn't resist myself from kissing him, my hands went around face and pulled him closer and we both kissed tasting the wine.

Surprisingly, the wine was tasting good now..lol! He went over me and I was laying on the sofa with my head on sofa's support. He was trying to undress me and feel my back. I helped him got myself topless and he went shirtless. To his surprise I was without bra. I wasn't wearing panty too, come on it was freaking hot and this was a weekend.

Now one of his hands started cupping and caressing my left boob while the other went below the pant looking for my love hole. He started fingering my pussy while our lips were engrossed in sucking each other left over wine. His other hand was still massaging my left boob. Slowly he went down and started sucking my right boob; I was just enjoying and running my finger through his hair.

He worked on my boobs quite a while shifting left and right and his hands feeling my warming body. He further went down now kissing my tummy and sucking my navel while hands were back to my boobs showing their skills on those two tender mangoes. I was in seventh heaven. He suddenly stopped, and was trying to get rid of my green trouser, I raised my waist above to help him.

He got rid of it and before throwing it he sniffed it. I smiled at him. Now he stood, got rid of his shorts and I could see his boxer with a big tent on it. I was so involved in my own pleasure that he was giving that I totally ignored this hard on. I wanted to feel it but I didn't make a move. He too went naked. Right after this, he said let us take this to the comfort of your bed, shall we?

I was about to get up but he lifted me in his arms. I kissed him for this and I was so horny that I bit his ear. He went crazy on this and dropped me on my bed and was about to penetrate me. That is when I realized omg!! I am a virgin and it is gonna hurt. This is my first time seeing a real penis but I am sure his one was big for me. I told him, I am a virgin so please take it slow.

I am sure he was about to bang me as I drove him to crazy level by biting his ear. He came near me and kissed, said don't worry, it will be fun. He again started kissing but he was fingering my pussy too, this went on for a while. Orgasm started building in me and I was moaning. My pussy was fully wet now; he stopped kissing me and came over me.

Then he guided his tool and started entering me. I just closed my eyes, since I was so well lubricated by my juices because of his fingering, I didn't feel that much pain, it was bearable for me. When he reached my hymen, he went up, with one bang, I was deflowered. I grabbed his back really tight and it was done.

Then his strokes became steady, I too got in to rhythm synchronizing my hip with his strokes. We both kissed and he continued fucking me. I was moaning with ah ah ah noise while he continued and I gave a big sigh when I exploded on him grabbing his back really tight now. He stopped his strokes took out his tool and lay beside me and asked me to go over him.

He kept his upper body in such a way that he can kiss me and suck my boobs while I ride with a support of pillow and the wall. I enjoyed his body running his finger across his chest and sometime pinching his nipples. I went over and put his cock inside me. I started riding him, he said, I will come anytime. I started slowly going across his body and rotating my lower body.

The pleasure was just too much for me. I didn't care what he said as he wanted to make sure to avoid potential pregnancy. This being my first time and I was under alcohol, I didn't care that time. I build the pace by moving really fast. He was holding my waist enjoying my juggling boobs and feeling them as and when he wanted.

He ejaculated before I could explode but I kept on riding his now semi stiff cock but eventually collapsed. I took a pill following day morning as he got it for me. Since this incident we are together, he recently moved in with me. Yes, we are living toghether. Now I am enjoying this blissful thing called Sex, no more fingering J.

I am flying to India this week and going to tell my parents about him and we will get married..to all lovers..sex will be awesome when you have it with the right one...we both love each so much..bye!!

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Sexy encounter with chat friend Anjali

It all started one bored afternoon at work I entered a chat room 30’s love to be precise. After saying hi hello to a few Anjali replied with a "hi!" We chatted for an hour and followed it up by chatting almost daily for a month.

Let me tell u about Anjali and me Anjali was 28 years old, married about a year, Her husband was always working late, this left Anjali feeling lonely, bored and dejected. Let me describe how Anjali looks, she is 5'4” fair with a nice plump body (not fat) with big boobs. She had a cute innocent face and a soft voice.

And me I am a 35 year old Married Businessman from Mumbai, looking for some fun. One afternoon while chatting she said I am going for a bath so I joking said take me with you, she replied sure come over. Now the problem was Anjali happens to live in Delhi and me in Mumbai. But this did not stop us getting naughtier online.

We moved on to sex chat and other intimate talks. Anjali started inviting me to Delhi but I did not get an opportunity to go to Delhi so I politely said “soon”. 6 months passed of daily chatting and seeing each other on webcam. One day I read about an oncoming trade fair which happens at Delhi every year. My eyes lit up I thought this is a good chance to meet Anjali.

I told her about my travel plans and fixed up a day when I would be checked into a hotel and she will come over and meet me there. I reached Delhi on a Tuesday morning by train checked in to a hotel and rang up Anjali to check with her. She told me that she will repost in sick to work and reach my room in an hour.

By then I showered perfumed and mouth sprayed myself all set for the encounter with Anjali. A little over an hour of waiting impatiently the intercom rang from the front desk that a lady has come to visit me I asked them to send her to my room. In a few minutes there was knock on my door. I was waiting by the door so I opened it immediately.

There she was stand as nervous as I was. I asked her to step in to my room. We had prepared so many times what we will do when we will meet. Finally that we did both waited for the other to make the 1st move I took one step towards her and gently kissed her on her lips she hesitated but kissed me back now my arms went around her hips

and pulled her closer as I kissed her harder and sucked her lower lip I could see her relax and enjoy the kiss just like we had done so many times online. After a few minutes which felt like a long time we both looked at each other, I told her finally I kissed u. She blushed I took her over to the sofa made her sit. I offered her a drink as I wanted her to be more relaxed.

She agreed so I made 2 large pegs of whiskey. By the time we finished our drink we were so comfortable and sitting next to each other arms around her. When she finished her glass I took it from her and kept it aside pulled her closer and kissed her neck and ears. She let out a moan my hands had snaked to her hips and breast under her t shirt.

I massaged her hips and chest as I kissed her deeper, my tongue exploring her mouth. She was still a bit shy but opening up as I kissed her more. Meanwhile I had managed to pull her t-shirt and unclasp her bra her two melon size breasts popped out, my mouth immediately latched on to one of them sucking and squeezing them

as I slowly started to suck nibble and squeeze she started moaning softly though slow to begin with she started to respond. After a 10-15 minutes of sucking and caressing I got up held her hand and brought her to the neatly laid out bed I made her sit as I kissed her she by now had unbuckled my belt and my jean's slid down to my ankles my dick was throbbing inside my

boxers so she pulled my boxers down and held my dick her soft hands touched my dick and sent a pulse or excitement up my spine she pulled back foreskin and brought her mouth to my dick and when she put her lips around my penis I let out a moan wow what a feeling of her warm mouth enveloping my dick and sucking me deeper.

Slowly she started pumping my dick and her tongue rolling over my penis head. I held her head as it bobbed, after 10-15 minutes of getting a blow job I felt I might cum anytime soon I asked her to stop. I pushed her on to the bed and I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off. I saw anjali wearing a nice soft white cotton pantie with lots of pink hearts on it.

I pulled them off as instinct anjali closed her legs out of shyness. I pulled off my jeans and shorts as I leaned over anjali kissed her lips to calm her and I spread her legs. I saw her shaven mound and slit was thin and tight. I cupped her pussy with my palms and started rubbing them from outside she liked it meanwhile I slid my index finger inside her.

It was moist and warm as my fingers dug deeper and caressed her more she lifted her hips to take more of it in. Her soft moans was music to my ears I knew she liked my every move. She moaned “your fingers are magical don’t stop” I told her “if you think my fingers are magical wait till my tongue touches you”

saying this I parted her legs and kissed her thighs and her inner thighs moving towards her pussy I kissed her pussy lips and my tongue flicked her slit. She let out a loud moan. I started running my tongue up and down her entire slit she was so wet her juices were flowing. She held my head and pulled me closer to her moaning louder as I licked her harder.

By the time I finished licking her anjali had a huge orgasm. I then slid a condom and held Anjali’s ankles and spread her legs as I positioned my dick at the entrance of her pussy I rubbed my dick head on her clit anjali moaned and begged me to not to tease her. I teased her some more and slid my dick in to her now wet and juicy pussy.

She let out a huge uuuuf as I went all the in her I waited 2 sec and started pumping her. Her pussy was warm and tight I could feel her pussy tight on my dick as I pumped her in a steady rhythm. Anjali matched mine stroke to stroke. After 10-15 minutes of stroking I got her on her fours the sight of her nice round juicy ass drove me crazy.

I spread her ass cheeks and entered her pussy from behind I held her hips and pulled her towards me I started stroking her. I slapped her ass a few times leaving red marks on her ass she moaned and liked it. She moaning loudly and asking me fuck her harder this was not the shy timid Anjali that had entered my room some time back.

I flipped her to her back this time putting her legs on my shoulder and entering her pussy which was at a correct angle for me to pump her hard and fast. I was pounding her hard and fast while sucking and biting her nipples. Anjali was moaning loudly and asking me to fuck her even harder. She grabbed my ass and pulled me closer and closer.

She was meeting my stroke to stroke as I was nearing an orgasm I asked if she is going to cum to she nodded her head as she moaned louder and louder. I came hard and deep inside her as she too shuddered and her nails dug in to my shoulders.

I slumped on top of her, head rested on her huge breasts sweat dribbling I kissed her and flopped next to her on the bed catching my breath... We spent the day together, rest of the sessions to be continued.....

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Srinivas fucking neighbourhood lady

Hi, my name is Srinivas. I do not want to bore you with too much information, but would like to say something about myself, how I came to have this encounter with an auntie and what happened. I want to tell you at the very beginning, that I am no saint. I have visited a prostitute once before, when I was a trainee, but did not indulge in any sex act as I was afraid about the diseases.

My purpose was more to see and explore a naked woman and feel her body. While I am having a great time, more importantly, auntie has taught me many things about women, like mensurating cycle, and intimate details of the body. I have been reading debonairblog for almost a year now and am pleased to narrate my own recent experience I am currently living in Mumbai, close to Kalwa ( in fact live in Karegoan).

I am originally from Udupi, Karnataka. After completing my one year training, I am now working as a production engineer for a pharmaceutical co. in Mulund, and work in shifts. I am 26 years old, 6 feet 1 inch tall, single and during the past 3-4 months have learnt a lot about females. Being single, I rented a flat in Karegoan, and have been living there for the past 6 months.

There are 3 flats on my floor excluding mine - one is vacant and locked up as the owners are in Dubai and seems had problems when they rented it out previously. Another one is occupied by an old couple a 75 year old man who was bed ridden and his wife to take care of him while their kids are in US.

The third one is where a family of three are living, a man, his wife and their one and a half year old kid live. They are originally from Bangalore and the guy is working as a sales manager in one of the big firms in Bombay. To be brief, the guy is around 38-40 and I came to know that he came up in the company by working hard and being smart.

The wife is a stay at home mom and her name is Suma ( real name is different), who is around 30-32 years old. It all started about 6 months back. To be brief, when I moved in 6 months back, Suma's mother was there living with them. I came to know that she was visiting her daughter and had been there helping the family with taking care of the baby for well over a year.

I often used to talk to Suma's mother and came to know a lot of things. (Once or twice they even invited me for dinner as I was single and also kannada speaking.) Once during a chat with her mother I came to know some things - that Suma's husband, Ramesh, had worked very hard and done very well for himself in 5 years,

but her regret was that now he was only after more money and position in the company. He would be often out of town visiting cities as a part of his sales job and that he was hoping to become sales manager for their Bombay office. He was average looking and had slight tummy, but was rich and doing well in his job.

She also had told me that her daughter Suma was into a yoga and would regularly practice the asanas at home. Coming to Suma, she was well educated, a M.A. in History, and was tall at around 5 feet 7 inches (pretty tall for an Indian woman), fair complexion. She was dressed in saree most of the times and spoke firmly, but softly.

She had those anklets on her feet and as she moved gracefully like a true woman, the sound of those anklets was music to ears. She was fair and had long black hair till her back and had big eyes. She had a small black mole on her face and looked beautiful. She had a great build, may be due to the yoga.

I had talked to Suma only a couple of times in 3 months and came to know that she was a huge movie buff, especially Hindi, Kannada and a bit of English movies. I had the pleasure of watching her flat and fair tummy when she served me once at their home when they called me for dinner. During that first 3 month period, I was getting used to working in shifts and living in the new place.

Slowly I got accustomed. Once in a while, I used to see the baby and hold him for a few minutes before placing it back with Suma's mother. A couple of times, I noticed Suma observing me and changing her gaze when I looked at her. A couple of times, I thought I saw the lust in her eyes, but then dismissed it as she was a mother of a baby and having a family.

But I was proved to be wrong. After around 3 months, things started changing. One fine day, Suma's mother left Bombay to go back to Bangalore. She had stayed with them for just more than a year and taken care of the baby who was almost 18 months old. I was busy with my work working in shifts, first and second shifts every 15 days.

I noticed that when I came back from my first shift, Suma used to be there at her door, most of the time. At times, when I used to come from my second shift in the night, I noticed that she would have her door slightly open peeking out as I came up the stairs, especially when her husband was out of town.

Initially, it was only hello and a smile and then it was a conversation for a couple of minutes. As usual she spoke very softly. A few times, she gave me some dishes that she had prepared, and even as I said no, I did not want any, she made her way through to my small kitchen and kept it there and went away.

There was some topic to discuss always, even if was for a few minutes and I noticed that she was eager to talk about movies. Every now and then we exchanged movie DVDs. I gave her a few DVDs that I had, some english and a couple of hindi and she liked those, while she had a lot of 70s and 80s Hindi movies.

During this time, she opened up a bit about her husband, saying that he was only after money and promotion and was neglecting family. I did not pay much attention anyway to that. I was waiting for some signal or more confirmation that she was indeed looking to play. A couple of times, she asked me about any girl friends that I had and when I said I did not have any,

she smiled and said that it is good to have one. Then, it happened, I was at her door returning the container in which she had given me some dish. As I gave her the container, I could make out that she purposely touched my fingers and in the tension, dropped the vessel. I picked it up for her and gave it back. She thanked me and was breathing heavily.

I did not have the guts to stay there and came back. During the next few days, it was as usual, and then it struck my mind. I was going to make a move and see how she reacted. I had these CDs of Kamasutra (Indira Varma) and Undercover(Athena Massey) that I never gave to her, as it contained nudity.

So when I came to know that her husband was out of town, I gave it to her along with a couple of other movies. The very next day, as I returned from my shift, she returned a couple of CDs and said that there was frontal nudity. I touched her hand as she returned them, and she withdrew. She avoided looking at me and left. During the next 20-25 days nothing happened.

Then one day, as I returned from my first shift, she invited me to dinner. I was expecting her husband to be there. When I went to her house, I expected her husband to be there. But she said " Ramesh is out of town on business, as usual chasing money and deals." After watching TV for some time, she got up and excused herself and fed the baby.

She then took the baby to the room and she was back after making sure it was asleep. She then arranged for dinner for us. She was dressed in a light blue chiffron saree and matching blouse. As we were having dinner, we talked along from movies to politics, as I looked at her and stared at her. She knew what I was doing and avoided eye contact.

I could sense the lust in her eyes and was getting excited slowly. Once we finished dinner, as she was putting away the vessels, I took a bowl from the table and went to the kitchen to give it to her. I saw her with her back to me as she was finishing up her work. I stood behind her and watched her beautiful body from behind - long legs, a slim back that bulged into a shapely hips and big plump buttocks.

I had never seen her from behind at such close quarters. I coughed to indicate that I was behind her. She turned around, saw the bowl in my hand and took it. As she did, I held her hand and moved in closer from behind. She dropped the bowl in the sink and found me hugging her from behind, nowhere to go. She resisted a little bit and then gave up.

She was breathing heavily and the silence made it all the more prominent. I turned her around and kissed her. She was shy at first, but then slowly she kissed me back. Soon I removed her pallu and pinned her to the wall. I was stunned by the shape and size of her breasts. She was breathing hard and those boobs were rising and going up and down.

Pointed, nice and conical in shape they were huge and shapely. Her blouse was wet near her underarms and I licked her salty sweaty underarms. Soon I removed her blouse as she helped me unbutton it. She was in a black bra. I undid her bra and went crazy at the sight of her boobs. Huge black nipples on those white mounds was something out of this world.

I squeezed them and sucked them hoping to drink some milk. I could not find any milk, and when I asked about it, she told me that I was late by 6 months. I played around those and was moving my hands all over her body. I knelt in front of her and pulled her saree and she was now in a blue ghagra.

I explored her heavenly navel, fingering and licking it while my hands moved over her buttocks. She was hot and sweating and suggested we go into the bed room. I pulled her to the bedroom where the kid was sleeping and she directed me to the other bedrooom. In a hurry, I removed my clothes as she switched on the light. I removed her ghagra and found her in a black panty.

I was now naked and she rolled her eyes looking at my erect and long tiger. I could not believe what I was seeing. There was not a single hair on those legs, that were like chiseled ivory, hardly any fat in and around the tummy. An extremely slim waist then bulged into a curvy and huge pair of buttocks. ( I guess yoga was the reason. ).

All these days, the saree was hiding her treasure, and now it was open for me to see it all. She sensed that I was watching and turned around. In an instant, I pulled her panty and she moaned. She was stark naked and the anklets in her legs made her look sexy. In my kneeling pose, I turned her around and saw her silky smooth pubic hair. I kissed her there and the smell was strong.

She was now breathing hard and I gently parted her pussy lips and tasted her. She was wet like a sponge and stinking. No wonder she was excited. She pushed my head into her private area as I licked and indicated to continue. Soon, both us were on the floor. I ate her private area to my hearts content. She had a slightly extended and protruding labia, as I pulled it with my teeth and teased.

Soon, we were into 69 and even though she was hesitant at first, she finally started to suck my dick and make it harder. I have to admit that she was so wet and secreting that the smell was not pleasant. Yet, I was in no mood to let that prevent me from tasting her. I spread her legs and could not take it anymore. In that frenzy, I parted her legs and dug into her vagina.

I moved in and out vigorously and she held on and encouraged me. In about 2 minutes, I ejaculated inside of her. It was then I panicked and realized that I had not used a condom. However she asked me to relax saying that she would take the pill to prevent pregnancy. I was relieved and spent the next hour talking.

In between, I turned her over and was dumbfounded by her huge curvy ass - it was like a pillow. I kneaded and kissed it and licked her globes. Soon, I parted those butt cheeks and licked it once. She said softly in kannada language " Please Adhu Beda" ( meaning, not that). With no mood to listen, I ignored her and licked her asshole.

She tried to get up, but my finger was already in her asshole and digging it further inside. I was rotating it and finally withdrew it. My finger was coated with her yellow shit. She saw that as I got up to go to the bathroom to clean and said " Thuu, Aestu Galeeju Neenu" ( meaning you are so dirty).

I told her that it was just the beginning of my exploration and went to the bathroom and came out all cleaned up. She told me how her husband who was passionate at the beginning of married life, was now after money and position in the company and how at times, he used to come home a bit drunk from those office parties.

We talked for a long time and then had sex again, as she sat on top of me and took my dick inside. I played with her body for some time and finally, it was time to clean up. We went to the bathroom and cleaned up and I left her with a kiss and thanks. Since then, we had sex at least 10 times, a few times in my apartment.

I have explored every inch of her body, from her forehead to pee-hole and beautiful long thighs. I have watched her pee, watched her having her mensuration cycle and all that blood ( not a pretty sight!!) and finally one day after trying for so long to convince her, we had anal sex as I used a condom for the first time. She cried out in pain as she had never done it before.

I used honey to lubricate her asshole to make it fun and exciting. When she comes into my apartment with some food stuff that she has prepared, I now just lift her saree and have fun, tasting her private area and squeezing her boobs. Both of us have become so close that she does not mind giving me a blow job. I do not know how long it is going to continue. But I am planning on enjoying till it lasts.

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Justin fucking horny Meera aunty

Hi everybody… I am Justin. I am from Bangalore. I am here to narrate my experience with my neighbour meera aunty. This is a true story. People who want to believe it can believe it. I have no issues either way. This happened before Dussera. Hope u people like it.

Mine and meera aunty’s families are neighbours since almost 10 yrs. I was about 18 then and still virgin. I was in very good terms with their family. Meera aunty’s son was in his native for their village festival and her husband had to leave to Dubai suddenly for work. She was working in a school as a teacher so she didn get leave in advance to go to her native.

Her holidays were starting on Tuesday and her husband left on the previous Friday. Coincidentally one of my uncles fell ill and my parents had to go. I couldn't go bcoz of my college. As meera aunty also wanted company we decided that I wud stay at meera aunty’s house itself with her and come home if I needed something.

To tell about meera aunty.. she was in her early 40s. she had very long hair.. pretty good looking. Around 5 feet 3 inches tall. I don’t want to exaggerate.. she had a decent body. Pretty fine. Nice curves. Good boobs and butt and stuff like that. She was very fair. To describe me I am thin, tall and quite fair.. new lets go to the story.

In the evening after everyone left I and meera aunty were sitting in the hall nd just talking some random stuff.. suddenly she asked me what I think about sex. I had a little shock and hesistated nd then told I love having sex but havn had the opportunity before. She giggled and changed the topic.

Frankly guyz I wanted to have sex with her but I was afraid to make the first move as it might go to my parents if she didn't like it. So I kept quite. We ate our dinner and when she was washing all the utensils I was standing in the kitchen nd we were chatting. She was wearing a saree. As she bent dwn That’s when I saw her body. Her skin. Her bare hip.

Her boobs inside her blouse and that nicely shaped butt. I was getting a little erect at this moment. I controlled myself and enjoyed the show. But I think she noticed my cock nd my looks. She finished all the work(didn allow me to do anything) nd we went up to sleep. She asked me to sleep in her bedroom only nd she didn have any issues with that.

Both of us didn't get sleep so we were chatting again. This time a lot about sex. She asked me if I watch porn. And I told yes. Then she asked do u masturbate. I told yes and I added jovially that I masturbate fantasizing about her. Her face became red at this and she felt a little happy(could see it on her face). She asked me if I was serious and I told yes.

I became a little brave here. Don't no how. She gave me a look and told fine. We slept after this. The next day morning after we had our tea she looked a little hesitant but made the attempt to ask me what she wants. She asked me that she wants to see my cock and see me masturbate. I was more than happy listening to her request.

I controlled myself wontedly and told her I am not getting erection and something needs to be done. She didn understand and asked what should be done. I told a little bit of her body show would help. She thought for a moment and removed her saree… my god that was so awesome. The first time I am looking at a lady in that way.

I asked her if I can touch her hip and she accepted. I touched her hip and pressed it slightly. It was so soft and smooth. She gave a little moan and then told I should masturbate as my dick was erect. I was looking at her and masturbated. It just felt like heaven. I was shagging in full speed giving out sounds like aaahhhh occasionally.

In about 20 minutes I was about to cum when meera aunty told me to stop. She asked me if she can touch my dick and finish the process. I was more than happy with her offer and allowed her to do it. Her soft hands held my hard 6 inch cock and I was being given a handjob. Those soft fingers around my dick gave me so much of pleasure.

As she was giving the handjob I came. There was a shot of semen which fell on her face and the rest just came out and ended up on her hand. I was in a complete different world. And meera aunty was licking her hand and enjoying the taste of my semen…..Will tell the rest in the next installment. Please give your valuable comments.

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