It has been five years since I am in Pune. I still remember the day I cam here and when my dad came to drop me. Teary eyed, he was having hard time saying good bye to his only son. Frankly I too was feeling bad. After all his Abhi was going to stay alone in an alien city for the first time. Abhi for Abhimanyu that is what all use to call me.Why my parents decided to name me after a person who was killed in battle still baffles me. I tired asking but never found satisfactory answers. I had never been out of my hometown which means I was never out of their eye sight for a long time. The most I can recollect is when I had to go for some school camp which was about three or five days. My mom is a very sentimental person, so when I told her that I had to move to Pune for my job, she did not talk to me for the whole day. My mom cried so much when I was leaving that I almost had a change of heart and decided that I better live with my parents with some meager salary than work for some reputed company. After all what is the use of all the money when you don’t have your loved ones with you to enjoy it.
After dad left I was alone in my PG. For some strange reason I was the only person who was selected in this company and honestly it was a proud moment for me. After all no topper had cracked their interview and this ugly looking low percentile nerd had got placed with eye popping salary. I enjoyed the attention that came with it and was basking it its glory. I never knew before this what being famous was.
My PG was just awful, but I had no option as almost all the rooms there were occupied, I could not afford to pay for flat. Not yet at least. My roommates were some plain south Indian guys who were talking in their native language which I later came to know was Tamil. I tried to strike a conversation with them and they used to talk in English with me and slowly change to Tamil. So I thought I will just listen to some songs and sleep down, after all the next day was going to be the most important day of my life. Thinking of the people I am gonna meet, how my manager is going to be, the beautiful girls that will be in my team(hopefully) I felt asleep.
My joining day was quiet boring. Filling out forms and dealing with all the formalities. I was informed that I would be undergoing training for three months. Looking around the company I came to know that there aren’t lot of employees in this centre. My training was going to start the next day. I went to the training room. There is where I met Rajat. Rajat was handsome guy. Fair well built and comparing his height with me quite tall, about 6’1″. Overall he was the exact opposite of me.
He was late to the training and sat right next to me which was the only seat available at that time. We had a round of introduction and everyone introduced themselves. To my disappointment there were no good looking girls. After all to come to office you need some motivation. At lunch break Rajat and I went together to the cafeteria. We got talking and he told me that he was from Delhi. We bonded really well. As time passed i made more friends and started to get engrossed in my work. Leaving the room at 8:30 and back at 8:30. Life had become quite hectic. Occasional visit to hometown and spending some weekends with friends, that was the only relief that I had. Time just flew away. I had just completed one year in this city. I was so thankful that I was leaving my PG. Rajat and I decided to look together for a flat.We found a quite good flat for both of us. It was little costly but hey it was so much comfortable. It was 2BHK so we both had our own bedroom. Having your own room helps, you can give yourself some helping hand unlike in PG where there is constant fear that you may get caught. Things were going quite well for us but I found two things quite strange about Rajat though. He told me that he did not have a girlfriend and that he was a virgin. Now how is that possible for a person who looks like him and specially belonging to a metro city. Was he gay?? He never looked like he was interested in guys and he looks at other girls just like I do. So I concluded he was not gay. Second thing was that he never talked much about his family or Delhi. I tried to ask him questions about it but he evaded them mostly, so I did not try hard to ask him anymore.
It was Saturday morning and the door bell rang. I had informed the maid that she can come late on Saturdays but instead she wants to ruin our sleep. The door bell rang again and I hoped Rajat answers it. Well he did answer as I heard a door click and the bell no longer rang. I drifted in my sleep again. What I was going to understand later was not only going to shock me but also change my life forever.
I woke at about 10:00. This was my normal time on Saturday’s. When i woke up I heard Rajat chatting with someone. I went outside in the hall to check who was it. To my surprise it was a girl or should I say a beautiful lady. She was fair, not exactly slim but she had what it looked like meat at right places. She had nice long black hair which were tied with a clip, big round eyes bit bluish, good assets too. No matter how much we guys say we respect women the first thing that we normally notice in a woman are her bosoms. She must be as per me 36-30-36. She looked a bit older than us but not very much. Must be in her late 20’s or early 30’s. She was wearing a black sleeveless kurta with white leggings. The kurta was bit tight but it was accentuating her curves. Her kurta had a long slit and since she was sitting on a chair the shape of her thighs were visible in the tight leggings.
It took me some time to overcome her beauty. You see I always had this thing for older woman, no matter who they were. This is going to sound to cheap but I even sometimes lusted for my maid. Our maid was a lady in her 40’s, dusky and healthy. She use to always wear saree and most of the people know the kind of sarees maids wear. I used to always try to pretend that I am sleeping when she use to come to my room to sweep it. She used to bend when she swept or wiped the floor making her ample breasts more than visible to me. She use to raise her saree till her waist when she used to sit for washing our clothes. I used to make sure that I frequently came into the bathroom giving her one piece of cloth at a time and trying to get view of her thunder thighs. Probably being a virgin I believed that this was the closest that I was going to come to feel the female touch. Leaving the maid aside Rajat wished me Good morning and told me that she was his cousin. The cousin smiled at me and I smiled in return. Cousin seriously?????!!!!!!! I have this friend who never talks about his family and suddenly one fine morning a cousin visits him. I felt something fishy is going on, but then I noticed that she had mangalsutra around her neck. Maybe he was telling the truth. I don’t know why I always found Rajat so very secretive and that made me hard to believe him. He informed me that she was in Pune for few days and would be staying in our flat till then. Her name was Kamya. So, her name was as sexy as her looks. I left both alone so these ‘cousins’ can catch up with each other’s life. I had my tea and went outside to buy some stuff for myself. I told Rajat that I would be having my food outside and asked if he wanted anything. He said that he had plans with Kamya. I left for some shopping but a surprise was awaiting for me.
I did not feel like having lunch outside so got a meal from a fast food joint and came to the flat earlier than planned. The door was locked so I assumed Rajat and Kavya had gone outside for lunch. I opened the door and as I entered I heard a faint moaning sound. I am totally taken back by the moaning and tried to hear from which direction it was coming. It was coming from Rajat’s room. So, I was right these two are much more than cousins. I had never seen or heard a sex scene in my life. Yes, that is how much my life was pathetic. So, I stood near his room and started to listen all the sounds they were making. Sounded like a porn movie, I thought OMG was only used in movies not in real life. I was so wrong. And here comes the slap. Looks like two slaps. Wow she was also begging to him. And suddenly Kamya moaned loudly and I could also hear Rajat moaning. From my knowledge of watching adult movies I knew both had reached climax. It was my signal to leave.
I went to my bedroom but I knew I needed to talk to Rajat about this. I can’t stay with a person who has no trust in me and try to lie blatantly. I decided to talk once Kamya left. Till than I would have to wait. But my chance came faster than I expected. Rajat came to my room to check if I was home. He told me that he wanted to talk to me on some important issue. I had my own important issue to discuss with Rajat. I asked him directly as to who Kamya was and why he was lying to me. He just stared at my face. I thought that I was rude to him so I regretted asking him directly. After all he must have had his reasons. Rajat started telling him his story.
Rajat was always a bright student and very close to his parents. He had studied in one of the most prestigious colleges in Delhi. His family was rich and everything was going fine for them except for one thing. Rajat’s uncle. Rajat’s father and his smaller brother that is Rajat’s uncle had an age difference of 20 years. He was 10 years older than Rajat. His uncle was always working and was a bigshot executive in some MNC. Rajat used to rarely see him. Rajat’s parents decide that if they get Rajat’s uncle married maybe he will concentrate more on his family. So Rajat’s uncle got married to a girl named Kamya. Yes, the very Kamya who I had met in the morning and with whom Rajat was having coitus.
But things did not change even after marriage and Rajat’s uncle did not spend much time with her. They did not even go to a honeymoon. Kamya use to be alone at home. Just before Rajat’s final semester, he and Kamya started getting close. His parents use to go to work and as usual his uncle used to be on his office duties. Kamya needed some emotional support and Rajat use to be always there for her. She was a young lady of 28 and had needs not only emotional but also physical. She and Rajat started getting intimate. Rajat too was falling for her as she was sweet lady and cared for Rajat. They kept this as a secret for another six months. In this six months Rajat had landed a job in Pune. They both did not knew how they should proceed about in their relationship. Theirs was not mere incestuous sexual relation but they were also in love with each other. Telling their parents would have had a disastrous effect. His parents would never agree and his uncle would have made his and her life a living hell. It was a big dilemma for both as to continue this relationship of theirs or go separate ways. After much discussion, they decided that they must break up as it was best for the family. But fate had different plans for them.
Before parting ways, they were having their last sex and unfortunately or fortunately his uncle came home early that very day and caught them in the act. All hell broke loose. A big fight took place in their house. Rajat’s father who had never even touched his son slapped him numerous times. Both Rajat and Kamya decided that they had to stay together. Kamya asked for a divorce from her husband which he was not ready to give so easily. Rajat was told that he either had to choose between his parents or Kamya. Rajat chose Kamya and he was thrown out of the house and told never to come back. From then onwards both were fighting for Kamya to get the divorce from his uncle. Fortunately for them Kamya’s family was very supportive and they were helping in whatever way possible. Rajat told me that Kamya was finally getting divorce and that were planning to live together. At last Rajat had answered all my queries about himself and I felt guilty that I doubted him. But what this meant to me. It meant that I had to move out. Yes, I had to find a new place to live. This was not going to be easy but what I did not knew was that the place I was destined to move was going to bring so many surprises in my life.
Finding place to love is not so easy in Pune especially if you are trying to find one without any brokers. I tried to use some online portals but to of no avail. Finally had to give in and hired a broker. The broker started to show me some places. I had decided that I wanted to stay alone. This was in the hope that I may find some girl to enjoy my nights with. After all, hoping against hope was my motto. Second reason was that I wanted to avoid what had happened to me with Rajat. I did not want to face the embarrassment of being asked to move out. I could have said no to Rajat but looking at Rajat’s and Kamaya’s love for each other I just could not say no. They had gone through enough and it was their time to enjoy each other’s company. Anyways if I had said no they would have had moved out, but as I now understand things are planned differently by god.
After all the hard work, I finally went to meet Joshi aunty. The broker introduced me to her. She was a lady in her late 50’s but pretty good looking. She was fair and must be around 5’2”. Very healthy lady but her face showed her age. I could only imagine how beautiful she must have been in her younger days. Looking at me she made a disappointing face as if I was a prospective groom who had come to ask her hand for marriage. The broker and she showed me the place. I noticed that Joshi aunty was wearing transparent saree in which her navel and her blouse showing her sagging cleavage were visible. I was thinking how much even an old lady loved showing off her body. It was a two-floor house and I was supposed to live on the top floor. The place was quite nice. It looked as if the place was furnished recently. The rent was reasonable too. Even though the place was bit far away from my office I finalised on it. After listening to a long set of instructions from Joshi aunty including no non-veg, no drinking, smoking, no pets and no bringing female friends for overnight stay we agreed on the rent and deposit. I was supposed to shift in another week. While leaving, the broker informed me that she has one son who lives in US. She lives here with her daughter in law. Her son comes once in two years and was married for last four years. He wanted his wife to stay with his mother and take care of her. Her daughter in law was rarely seen outside. I thought that was degrading and instead on spoiling the poor lady’s life he could have just hired some nanny. But then it was none of my business. His wife must have accepted it and hence married him. The broker left and I was staring at the house. I was thinking what new things this new place was going to bring it. I was also curious to meet the daughter in law of the house. All sort of things were going in my mind when I caught a glimpse of a lady in salwar at the door. I could not see her properly as she immediately closed the door, but I knew she was not Joshi aunty. She looked taller and had longer hair. I was looking forward to living in the house.
It was shifting time. I did not have lot of items to shift, just my one suitcase and bag. It was Saturday and I left my old flat. Rajat and Kamya were now left alone in the flat, and they could do whatever they want without anyone’s interference. I reached Joshi auntie’s flat. I rang her door bell. Joshi aunty opened the door. She was wearing a nighty in which her saggy breasts were pulling her neckline down. She brought the keys and went upstairs to open the room. Before following her I tried to peek in her flat if I could catch a glimpse of the long-haired beauty that I had seen the previous day. Unfortunately, there was no human existence in the house. I followed Joshi aunty to me new room. The stair to the room were from outside her house but the room was on the floor above hers. Instead of room it was a floor and was full-fledged 2BHK flat. There was also a gallery to each of the bedroom which gave a view of the garden below and of the streets outside the compound. She opened it and looked like it was cleaned. She again repeated her list of rules and I again nodded in agreement. She left and I started arranging my stuff. But somewhere in my mind I was thinking about the lady whom I had seen partially seen that day. All type of thoughts was going in my mind. Eventually I thought to relieve myself of all the unwanted thoughts. Opened the internet and saw my favourite category i.e. MILF and let out my all feelings. After all these I ordered my food from app and had a good nap.
The whole week was unexciting for me. I tried my best to see if I could meet the tall lady but I could not. Now I was creating all type of theories in my mind. Did I really see her or was she just a figment of my imagination? After all I always liked milf. Could it be possible that she was Joshi aunt’s maid, but how do we explain the good dress she was wearing. Ahhh, my head was bursting with all kind of thoughts. I went early to bed on Friday night and had planned to sleep well into afternoon the next day. But fortunately, I woke up early, Yes I wrote fortunately. I woke up and went into the gallery and there I saw her for the first time. She was outside, near their car. She was not very fair but not dark. You can say a bit dusky, she must be nearly 5’7”. Her hair was nicely woven into a braid. She was not thin but she was not very slim either, even then her body suited her as she was looked taller than most of the other ladies. She was wearing yellow cotton saree with black blouse. Looking at her I realised that God had been generous about her bosoms. I could not estimate the size but they looked big. When she turned, I could see that she had a deep blouse and almost all her back was visible. Looked like God was also generous in enhancing her beauty from the back and definitely her buttocks were very big. With the saree clinging tightly to her butts the shape was clearly accentuated. I was just awestruck by her beauty. I was thinking how dumb her husband must be to leave such an awesome wife here and settle without her. Looking at her my heart started racing and I felt blood rushing through my veins. I just could not take my eyes off her. Just then she looked up and saw that I was staring at her. A chill went through me when we made eyes contact. She looked at me for few second and then went and sat inside the car. Just than Joshi aunty came and went and sat in the car, after few second they left. I was just engrossed in her thoughts and was planning how to get to talk to her. I was unknown to the fact that this opportunity would come knocking to my door soon.
I heard a thud on the door. It was Saturday I wondered who it must be. I checked the clock with one eye, it was 9:30 am. I had slept late last night, since I had no way to let out my feelings, I decided to check and read some stories on xossip. One thing I find on this site is that there are lot of incest guys. I never imagined that so many sons were lusting for their mothers or sisters. I was in my boxers and vest. Once again there was an urgent thud on the door. I got up and thought it must be Rajat, was something wrong between him and Kamya? Best way was to open the door and find out. I opened the door and found that the person was not Rajat but the lady that I had seen last week. The moment I saw her I felt that time had frozen. I felt a chill run through my spine. She was very beautiful. I was now looking at her from very close to me. She was a bit taller than me. Usually taller females give me a bit of complex and when she is as beautiful as she was, it makes me speechless. She was dusky as I had noticed that day and was healthy. Her height complimented her body structure pretty well. Her hair was open and not tied in braid as that day. Her almond shaped eyes were very deep and almost black in colour which is mostly very rare. She had a nice face cut with a very sharp chin. Her nose was a bit pointy and she had full pinkish lips just like Angelina Jolie. She had a small mangalsutra around her neck. She was wearing an evening gown which had floral patterns. Even with the loose gown her breasts were prominent. I felt that she was not wearing any bra and there was a faint cleavage line visible. But she looked very worried.
I was completely immersed in admiring her when she called out my name. I was very happy that she knew my name. It is kind of feeling when your favourite teacher or your crush who is not in your class knows you. But after that I came out of my dream world. She said that Joshi aunty had fallen and it looked like she had broken her leg. She was worried and since they did not have anyone in Pune she did not knew what to do. I could sense that she was panicking so I told her to wait and that I will come down. I wore a t shirt that was on my chair and jeans and locked the door and started following her. As she quickly started climbing down the stairs I could see her ass swaying from one side to another. I tried to focus my attention on Joshi aunt’s injury. I rushed into their house. Joshi aunty was in pain. She was crying. I asked her to hold herself still. They had a car. From their conversation, I figured out that her name was Swetha.Swetha gave me the car keys and I went outside and opened the car door. I than quickly went inside and tried to help Joshi aunty. Since her leg was injured I was thinking how can I comfortably help her to pick her up. I caught her one arm and Swetha caught another arm. Joshi aunty’ left leg was injured and I was on her left side. I caught left thigh and asked to shift all her weight on her right leg. I was bit uncomfortable holding an old lady’s thigh but it was the first time I was doing it. Even in that situation I tried to rub her thigh a bit which pretty much sums up my desperation. She probably did not notice it because of the pain, she was heavy. After much effort, we could get her to sit in the car. Swetha quickly changed into an orange kurta and white legging. The kurta she was wearing was pretty tight and gave a nice view of her body shape.
I drove the car as fast as possible and we reached the nearest hospital. She was quickly admitted and Swetha went to fill all the forms. I was surprised when she told me that there were no relatives of theirs in this city. The doctors confirmed that she had broken her ankle. I did not have any breakfast and was starting to feel hungry. I was about to step out when Swetha came and met me. She was visibly tired and sweating running all over the place. She had tied her hair but droplets of perspiration had formed over her fore head. There was a patch of sweat that had formed on her underarm. She smiled at me and my heartbeats started to race very fast. She had the most beautiful smile. She thanked me for all the help and said that she was hungry and offered me to join her for some breakfast. I quickly agreed. The canteen was nearby. I ordered and had my wallet out to pay but she was very adamant that she would be paying the bill. We took our breakfast and sat at one place. She was very sweet when she talked and we bonded very quickly. From her talks, I came to know that she was from Amravati and was married three years back, her husband’s name was Gaurav and he was working for some big IT firm in US. The way she spoke of her husband showed a visible disappointment on her face. She herself was an IT professional in Bengaluru and was working as a freelancer now. We spoke for another half an hour and then left to see Joshi aunty. I knew that Swetha and I could become very good friends. The next few days were hectic. This also gave me an opportunity to interact with Swetha, she too seemed to be enjoying my company. I used to go every evening after my job to see Joshi aunty. She could not thank me enough and praised that I was very well raised by my parents. I should have recorded her statements and sent to my parents. They would have been proud of their son.
After five days Joshi aunty was brought home. I went to meet her after I came from office. The door was opened by Swetha and she gave a big smile. She was wearing a white kurta and a loose pajama.I inquired about Joshi aunt’s health. Joshi aunty was using a wheelchair. They both forced me to have the night’s dinner. The food was big relief from the oily and unhealthy food that I used to have daily. After dinner, I left for my room wishing both the ladies Good night. I changed in my usual boxers ant t-shirt.
I heard a knocking on the door. I opened it to find Swetha in front of me. She had changed into a night gown. She smiled and told me she had forgotten about the halwa she had prepared. I smiled back definitely nervous and took the container. She asked me If would not ask her to come in. I was taken aback by her request as it was 11’o clock. But still I asked her to come in. In one way, I was excited and nervous. Would this lead to anything? Will I get finally laid that too with someone who is out of my teenage fantasy. All thoughts were spinning in my head when I heard her calling my name. She asked me what I was thinking about so deeply. I smiled and asked if she would like some juice. She joked if I had spiked it with something. Eventually we started talking. She said that Joshi aunty was asleep and she is as good as dead when she sleeps. The topic started from my current job and slowly started moving towards her job and then her marriage. As soon as this topic arrived she felt silent. After some time, she started crying, I was worried if I had said something that had hurt her. She regained her composure and started telling me about her marriage to Gaurav. She was doing very well in Bengaluru when she got to know of prospective suit from her aunt. After finding out about him she was very happy and knew that she would be leaving a dream life. Her parents readily agreed. She and Gaurav had not met as he was In US but they had skyped and spoken over phone. He seemed like a very nice guy and she was in love with him. He was Mr. Right for her. The wedding was a big fat one where a lot of money was spent. But the first some days after her wedding were very busy and in Maharashtra couple don’t consummate their marriage unless a Satya narayan Pooja is done. Their Pooja was done and they left for honeymoon to Australia. She was pretty excited and also anxious as she was a virgin and did not have any experience other than some kissing. I was surprised as to how comfortable she was in telling me all her life details. On the first night of their honeymoon one horrible secret came out.
Gaurav told her that he was not into girls. He was gay. He did not have the courage to tell this to his family or even refuse this marriage. She was totally broken by this news. She felt betrayed and hurled all the abuses that she knew at him. Gaurav did not say one word to her. He knew he was at fault. He said that he had a partner in US and they were leaving together. So, the person who she used to see on Skype chat was not just her roommate but also his live-in partner. Life had taken a very bad turn for her. He told her that she can choose any guy and he would not say anything to her, but the family should not be informed. Swetha knew that her family had spent too much money to tell them all this and take a divorce. She did not want to trouble her family any longer. The remaining honeymoon was mostly spent crying. After they came back to India, Gaurav left the very next day to US. He has not returned after that. She informed that he was planning to come this year, mainly because his mother wanted grand kids. I felt very sorry for Swetha. She was hiding her pain behind her smile. She started crying again. I, without thinking went near and putting my arm around her started consoling her. She got up and hugged me very tightly. This was very awkward because she was a bit taller than me. I hugged her harder, I could feel the warmth of her body, her big breasts pushing against my chest. I had started to get an erection. She was crying but at the same time she was trying to lick my neck. Becoming bolder with her move I started sliding my hand towards her ass and started cupping them. This was heaven for me and it was first time I had felt a female ass. But them something struck me. I felt that I was taking advantage of a lady who was in deep pain. I knew this is wrong. I tried to free myself from her and tried to push her away. I told her that I cannot do this. This is wrong and she was not in her best state of mind. Probably after pushing her away she too kind of woke up from her painful memories. She too understood what we were going to do. Without saying another word and she left and I closed the door behind her. Now I was confused. Was it really wrong? Was I not helping a lady who never got a chance to feel her husband inside her? Why should she remain a virgin for no fault of hers? My other self was saying that she was not in her senses and it was like taking advantage of her. I was as good as raping her. One thing was pretty clear; I had blown my chance to not only lose my virginity but also to fulfil my fantasy of having sex with a MILF. There was no point over ruing a lost chance. At least I was morally right. I was going toward the bathroom when I again heard a knock
I opened the door again to find Swetha again on my door. We were looking into each other’s eyes for about 30 seconds. Unknowingly I stepped backward and she stepped inside. She turned towards the door and latched it. My heart was pounding and I felt as if I was going to have heart attack. What was going on? I had no idea. I had just now said no to her and she is back again. She started to look me in the eyes. I just got lost in her eyes and did not even realise that she had come close to me and the distance between us was just some inches. I used all my moral might and said to her that what she wanted from me was not correct. This is adultery and she has a husband. After listening to me droplets of tears started to slowly flow from her eyes. She asked me what was her fault that her husband was gay and they could not consummate their marriage. Was it not wrong of her husband to leave her with his mother here alone while he enjoyed himself with his partner in foreign land. Every woman has some dreams and aspiration when she comes with her husband in a new home leaving all her relations and memories. Does not she deserve some happiness and was she only born to please her mother in law and work for her all the time. With all these words, I too was melting from inside and my wall of morality was being broken down by blows by the hammer of her words. She said she was not only physically thirsty but also emotionally tired and wanted the comfort of some man who could make her love herself again. She looked at me and told me that she had noticed how I use to look at her and how I behaved goofy around her. She liked me. She then suddenly broke down and fell to my feet crying. I just could not see her crying like this and it broke my heart. I knew morality was made by the society and this could be broken. After all, Rajat and Kamya went against the society and they are happy couple now. I could not let my righteousness come ahead of a lady’s happiness.
I bent downwards and caught her shoulder and hugged her. As soon as I hugged her she calmed down and I too felt a calm in my body. She had become all sweaty but we hugged each other like this for another two minutes. We got up and I told her that whatever we were going to do may have some serious effect. She did not utter a word and straight away kissed me. The kiss sent shiver down my spine. As we were kissing we were using our tongues, I could feel her tongue and like a smooth surface I was licking her tongue and inside of her mouth. She held me tight and dug her nails inside me. I felt the pain but somehow I was enjoying it. I was trying to feel her whole body and started from her neck and slowly went down towards her buttocks. I cupped her buttocks and finally grabbed it hard. I could feel her panties on her night gown. I started moving my hands towards her breasts. And slowly and pressed them as hard as I could. I was feeling breasts for the first time in my life and had no idea that they felt so soft. I tried to take all the pleasure that I could. it was like a traveller who was searching for gold his whole life and finally found it. At the same time, she slid her hand into my boxers and inside my underwear and I could feel her soft hand holding my penis. She was stroking it slowly and it had was standing in its full glory. I slowly unhooked her gown button and slid her gown from her shoulders. We were kissing on even when I was trying to remove the gown. Realising the trouble that I was taking she stopped kissing and laughed. She removed her gown. Now she was standing in front of me in just her bra and panty. She was wearing black bra which looked a size smaller as her cleavage was very much visible. Her panty was red colour and she had lovely love handles which I was always mad for. In a hurry just removed my clothes and was in my undies only.
I wasted no time and went straight for her bosoms. I started kissing them like crazy and as I was kissing and pressing her boobs I could hear her moaning. Now moaning was a big turn on for me. I clumsily tried to unhook her bra. As soon her bra was off her big breasts fell exposing her brownish nipples with little hairs around her areola. I started sucking her breasts like a hungry child. I bit her nipples her bit and he moaned in bit of pain. After all the sucking, I removed my underwear and she removed her panty. I could see that she had shaved her pubic hair off. My dick was hard, honestly I was not sure what needs to be done even though I had so much experience of watching porn. She slept on the bed and I was on top of her not sure what to do. She too was not sure about it. I was thinking will my penis enter such small vagina. Swetha started applying saliva on her vagina and some on my penis. I could feel some hot hands. But suddenly it struck me that I am using any protection. I said her so but she was so excited that she told me that she will be popping one of those pills. I started slowly inserting my penis into her vagina. I could feel some pain but also I was feeling great. She was making face as if she was in some deep pain. I asked her about it but she said to just insert it. I inserted my penis and I realised that she was wet from inside and felt a hot sensation and started thrusting, I was enjoying it and she too was moaning. It was only about a minute when I realised I was going to come. I pulled out from her and cummed, it was a heavenly feeling and nothing like when experienced after masturbation. My cum was all over her stomach and some had fallen on her breasts too. I realised that she was enjoying it but she had not climaxed. I inserted my fingers and started fingering her. After orgasm she climaxed. We were there naked sleeping on the bed lying thinking about nothing. After the sex, we kissed passionately and she left not before deciding on our next night.
This went on for another 6 months and we tried every possible position and I too had improved my performance unlike the embarrassing one minute, until Gaurav came home. I was worried what can happen but she said she had told him everything and if he had protested she would tell the whole world about him. Another issue came up was that Joshi aunty wanted grandkids but Gaurav was not sure how to do it with her. We decide that I will be the one who will father the child. It was risky but was better option and Swetha refused Gaurav’s touch. Instead she was so angry with him that she had decided to make him watch while we had sex. I talked her out of it and she agreed not to make him suffer. Gaurav left that very month and nine months later a beautiful baby girl came into this world. After she was born we had very less sex and the frequency diminished, my biggest fear was what if the kid looked like me. Fortunately, she looked every bit like Swetha but at same time I knew she was my daughter too. In this time, I even became close to Joshi aunty and she considers me as her very own son. I had decided to leave the room and go somewhere else but Joshi aunty convinced me not to. I know my story can’t have the ending of Rajat and Kamya as I can’t break my parents heart nor Joshi aunty’s trust. Swetha and me have talked about this lot and even she knows it is not possible. My bundle of joy calls me dada and is very much attached to me. We share a great relation. Gaurav comes every year but he is not able to get his daughter’s attention. I sometimes feel sorry for that guy, for being gay was not his mistake and he was a victim of our society. But neither was Swetha’s mistake for she did not deserve the treatment she got from him. Our sex life is great and we always try new things but more than that she finds my emotional support more satisfying. I sometimes think that what I have done is wrong? But then I realised I have made a woman happy and given her everything a married lady asks for. I have done what was needed and morality is useless if they make people suffer.
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