Dear readers, this is my first write up to this blog regarding my “too personal” experience faced recently. Let me introduce myself as Riya (name obviously changed), an educated and open minded Bengali girl married to Ronit (name changed again!), my boyfriend for last 10 years before we actually got married in 2013.
Before I declassify my secret here before the learned strangers, let me tell you that I love my husband since when we met and whatever you may found below is sudden unleashing of certain hormones which pokes in perhaps due to loneliness. Ronit and I were from same college but different department.
After our graduation, we did masters from University of Calcutta (different campus for Arts and Science). Then he left to USA for doctoral programme and I took a job in Delhi-NCR, thus a separation for near about 5 years began. This took me in quiet a few ventures, which is not appropriate, while in a committed relationship.
However, deliberations of those shall be recollection of past, which I may do at later if readers end up liking this story over my present experience. The reason why I referred the past is the mischief has been done with a person whom I knew since that past. I used to hang around with a group comprising of 7 guys and girls of whom both of us were members.
I personally have a turn on height and intellect of the guys. Ronit is the best combination of all I may ever found. However, in absence of him, during parties especially after buzz, I used to feel kinky and used to call Ronit which often ended up in bad fight due to time mismatch. My drinking time was usually his working time, therefore my pending emotions almost always remained unnoticed.
One evening, there was a telephonic fight between us and I ended up crying after hanging up the phone. I did not notice this Assamese guy; Sumit followed me with a glass of liquor. Seeing me crying he held me from back and I broke in his arms.
That was the first time he touched me, which was followed by a little closeness in successive parties wherein he started patting my arse from over my office trouser (parties used to occur after office). Since then until the time when he left Delhi, he used to kinda spank my soft ass and cuddle me sometime, however nothing more happened.
Now, finally before I come to the point, let me describe myself as a sweet faced Bengali lady with 5’2” height, 60 kg weight (a little extra pound) 36-30/32-36 vital stats, convent educated and open minded girl, and Sumit as 6’ tall, well build muscular Assamese guy.
After my marriage, Ronit shifted to Delhi along with me in late 2014. One day, suddenly I got an email from Sumit asking for a suitable person in my domain for a vacant position in his office. I just replied with a formal enquiry of his health and place of staying. The reply revealed that Sumit is staying merely 15 km away from where we are living now.
Seeing my reply, he invited me to come there at his place and mentioned his phone and WhatsApp no. for further contact. Since then whenever we were chatting, it was followed by a gentle invitation, which I could not accept due to office schedule.
However, as I am in a teaching position, finally my little more flexible schedule (than corporate) allowed me a free time and I went his home to see him in an afternoon. Sumit met me near the main road and took me home on his bike. His Enfield was a match with the muscular structure he has. His tee was revealing his muscles more than it hid.
While riding I gently hold him from back and reached his home where he used to stay alone. He arranged food and wine and greeted me with very formal gesture. We kept on talking about our past activities and the likes. That formality stayed intact until we drank the second glass of wine. Then it was all casual, sharing naughty stories of him with his ex and fiance.
While doing so suddenly he started complementing my face, and smile thereof which I enjoyed with a buzz. Then, suddenly he complemented about my boobs and ass, which was very much fine under the influence of alcohol.
He even naughtily complained so as to why I didn’t wear a short tee with my leggings instead of that kurti (as I teach students I wear very decent and covering attires in office) and the likes. On third glass, under a little music, he dragged me softly to sit on his lap, which I actually enjoyed as well.
With a kinky mind I did a little to and fro movement, the effect of which was evidenced on my back. Suddenly I felt a hard rod in between my butt crack, which I could even feel through 3-layers of clothing. I immediately got up, however dragged again by Sumit to the same place. This time he whispered in my ear “awesome”!
I was down with 2 drinks and a half, and kinda swayed with passion. This continued for a while until he took off his tee and revealed his muscles. He grabbed me gently and put me in a supine position after taking the glass from my hand. I was surprised to see his bulged masculine visible even through his denim. Then he jumped on me and started cuddling.
After initial enjoyment suddenly my phone rang. It was Ronit reminding me I was married! Guilt poked in and I just talked to him for 2-3 minutes, meanwhile Sumit unhooked my bra from the back. I hung up the phone and requested hi to stop, to which he replied “just a little look for this time only”.
I somehow murmured that I was on 3rd day of my menstrual cycle, and sex won’t be a possibility. He just smiled back and kissed me passionately, to which I responded by gripping his bare chest. This was followed by continuous removal of my dresses.
First, kurti along with that unhooked bra, thus revealing my melons to his grip and tongue, which was followed by removal of my leggings. I requested not to remove my pad clad panty, which he accepted and began kissing me throughout my body.
First gentle kiss on my neck and earlobe was followed by a long smooch while kneading my boobs. Then directly to my bare feet which he licked lovingly and gradually came up. Again he moved to my throat and gradually started coming down through the straight route bifurcating my boobs.
Continuous yet gentle kneading aroused me to an extent enough to forget my marital status and husband. His kiss and occasional biting along with massage on boobs made me moan like anything, which was covered by a little louder music. However, I was still too reserved to do something to him for which he started complaining in a sweet way.
Seeing still no action, he got up and put down his denim. I was surprised to see his tool which is atleast 1.5 times my hubby’s. Still surprising to understand the reason of his visible bulge, attributed to the absence of a brief! Seeing this, I felt the desire to get fucked however did not reveal said desire.
He now took me on his lap again to find a comforting zone for his erection in my butt crack right on my asshole. While doing so he was working continuously on my breasts and making me moan louder. At this point, he smooched me again and gradually turned me around to face him while kneading my ass and said “forgive me”.
I exclaimed “for what”! He said for the next move which he was going to do. As soon as a finished this sentence, he tried to tear my panty apart which I requested to resist. He listened and made me lie on him. I then requested him to stop in a loving tone, which he listed again.
That brief break was outstanding. It allowed me to go mad again by his stiff muscle and soft odour of sweat. I stated rubbing his chest and sucking his nipples and took his tool in between my legs right underneath my pussy. I started moving my legs gently and the experience was heavenly!
He then responded by kneading my ass again, this time exposing the butt lobes from the panty sides. Suddenly while giving a leg massage to his dick, I felt a strong thing right on my anus. It was his finger doing circular motion right around my anus. I used to hate that part, however that was the very day I felt good and allowed him.
Finally, getting more dominant, he suddenly turned me in 69, and began kissing and biting my buttocks wildly! This was followed by little biting on my inner thighs and even on my pad, to which I responded with bigger moans. I returned him the favour by holding his tool firmly and finally licking his dick and the balls!
Never I thought or even imagined I shall end up doing this with him! After may be half an hour, he discharged his entire load in my mouth which I swallowed in reflex instead of spitting out! Without even any further request, I cleaned his dick through my tongue before settling again on his chest.
Then he whispered a complement, “Riya, I would not hate your ass even if you do potty in front of me”. I shied and responded with a stupid smile. Then when I looked at the watch, the only thing other than almost a dilapidated panty and a ring and bracelet, which was on my body, I was shocked! It was 5.30 and I needed to move.
While I was getting ready, he again grabbed me to repeat all these for another half an hour! This time he shagged inside my panty, thus adding up his semen to the blood and juice secreted already on pad! I said firmly then that “I am married, and we should never repeat these”. To which he showed deep compassion and said that he understands the value of social relations.
He dropped me home with his bike. Throughout the way, I hugged him tightly covering my face in helmet. While dropping me, he invited me for his birthday party which I agreed as there shall be other people. The next scenario I shall share later which was inevitable and happened naturally.
Readers may kindly post feedback in the comments below and even discuss with me as these issues could not be shared in known circles!