Pooja is married, almost ten years elder to me and has been my playmate for almost a year. If you don’t like cheating stories, you should stop reading now.
Pooja has known me since I was twelve or thirteen; I am twenty-six now. During my adolescent years I never thought of her in a sexual manner. She is a friend of my eldest step sister. The last time I met Pooja was for my sister’s wedding when I was in high school. I have lusted and checked out every single friend of my elder sister. My sister is very good looking and had over half dozen good looking friends. Although I didn’t particularly single out any of them, everyone was an object of my dirty fantasies one time or the other. I have seen Pooja hang out in our pool with my sister many times when I was in school. She always treated me like a little brother.
Pooja is average in height, in her mid-thirties with an interesting attractive face. Her breasts are astonishingly upright, her ass is not small, but tight and very inviting. Her thighs are firm, round and even. With her professional, moderate style of dressing she is a mature, sensuous dish, always perfumed and well groomed.
A year back I moved to a city for my next job. My step sister’s husband was on a business trip and she accompanied him to pay a visit to me. That’s when she mentioned about her friend’s family. We all met for dinner and I saw Pooja after almost 8 years. My sister and Pooja chatted a lot as they of course had much to catch up on. While leaving Pooja and her hubby invited me to lunch. Over the next few months we became well acquainted having lunch –with both or with either one- a couple of times a month. Besides being my sister’s friends, they also become my friends.
I never thought of her in a sexual manner, at least not beyond an occasional flash image picturing her naked as I glanced at her wearing tight jeans or a shirt that outlined her breasts flatteringly. At those times I undressed her in my mind but never entertained for it to become reality due to the difference in age and her friendship with my sister. Last winter I was invited for a hangout. I went mainly because they had a hot tub.
Pooja laughed and led me into the guest room where she gave me the towel and returned to the patio to start the Jacuzzi up. I put on some music. Within minutes she was standing next to me, wrapped in the towel, with two wine glasses.
I found myself facing the glass door of the patio entrance and in them I saw Pooja drop her towel, slowly climb over the tub side and ease into the water. I stood frozen as I looked at her firm, round shapes. A knot formed in my stomach seeing her ass cheeks jiggle as she stepped in and when she leaned forward to hold onto the tub side, her large breasts swung about freely. Pooja’s dark hair laid on her shoulders and enhanced her white skin.
“This sounds even better when you are stoned,” I said and she looked at me raising one eye questioningly.
“You do drugs?”
“Only weed and I didn’t do any while in college. I don’t do any hard drug. Did you ever do drugs, Pooja?”
“Well…. Yes, I did do some weed. That was about five years ago…”
“Well, Pooja,” I said with a wink, “If you ever want to smoke and listen to Jazz call me up.”
I walked over to the tub after filling the glasses with the wine I got and handed Pooja hers. She kept her body well below the water, but as she reached for the bottle, one breast popped up and revealed her large light brown nipple.
“Oops,” she giggled, “that was an accident. Hey, why don’t you come in. It’s heavenly. Come on, we’ll talk some more. I want to get to know you.”
“That’s my favorite brand,” she remarked about the wine.
“You have good taste,” I answered and she smiled.
We talked a lot about dating, her married life, relationships in general. After that night I fancied my chances with her. I had not in fact, had any kind of affair with anyone her age, but the conversation had served to establish that I was discreet, liked women her age and practiced the type of sex that she was so curious about. I had opened a door wide.
I did not feel guilty about any of this…well, I did feel some guilt about attempting a seduction. She wanted it, needed it and even her husband seemed to be in tune having contemplated the idea of joining a swinger’s club.
“I have been thinking about your offer.” She said.
“What offer?”
“The jazz and smoke offer. It’s been a lot of years since I smoked weed and I feel nostalgic right now and would like to hear some good music stoned.”
“Fine.”
“Rudy would not approve.”
“So, what do you propose, Pooja?”
“Well, Rudy is leaving town Wednesday late afternoon for a state licensing course seminar in Tampa and he does not return until late Thursday evening,”
“Fine,” I said in a matter of fact tone, “I’ll come over Thursday night and bring you some bud.”
“I can’t believe I’m going to do this,” she said, “Smoke….It’s something I need. Life is so boring sometimes.”
“Pooja,” I said, “I have to leave now and run some errands. I’ll see you Wednesday night. Is eight in the evening a good time?”
She looked at me seriously and nodded slowly.
The following days went very slow. On Wednesday night I called her on the phone and she told me that Rudy had left three hours before. I asked her if she had any of the Portuguese wine left –she did- and I told her to chill a bottle, for I would be at her doorstep in a few minutes. She told me to park my scooter below an awning on the side of their driveway because there was a serious possibility of rain, the sky being overcast.
I dressed in a polo shirt, cargo pocket shorts and sandals, without underwear. When she opened the door, Pooja was dressed with a royal blue shirt, a burgundy cotton skirt that reached to her knees and open toed leather sandals.
She pecked me a greeting kiss on the cheek and her perfume filled my nostrils, as well as the scent of wine.
“You started drinking without me?” I asked in a joking tone and Pooja winked at me and laughed softly.
We sat side by side on a large couch in her living room and she giggled like a schoolgirl when I lit the first joint.
The effect did not take long. She had not smoked in years and the weed hit her by the end of the first joint. We both sat in silence for a few minutes listening to a sax and a horn both impeccably played.
We talked after that, Pooja remarking on the clearness of the sounds, the purity of jazz music and how it developed. We smoked another fat joint and she was giddy and relaxed.
I kissed her and her mouth began to open in response before she pulled back.
“I am married,” she blurted out.
“Pooja,” I said as I looked straight into her eyes, “The first time I saw you since I came out of the Navy and started school four months ago, I undressed you with my eyes. Everyman always does that with every attractive woman he sees and I enjoyed the image of you naked. Then, as our friendship increased I began to sense and read in your eyes that sometimes you were undressing me, that you desired me as I desire you.”
“So, I made my move and now you have a choice to make,” I said, “If you tell me you are not interested in being physical with me I will leave now, continue to be your friend and never say a word of this to anyone as I would also expect your discretion. If on the other hand, you agree, I will stay and make you mine, take you tonight and satisfy any craving you might have, promising total discretion. The woman always decides and it’s time to make your choice. Do I leave or stay?”
She did not answer, staring at me with a blank look. I stood up and walked towards the door.
“Stay,” she said almost in a whimper.
“Fine,” I said, “but you do understand this has no strings attached and no guilt. You understand this and want it?”
She nodded slowly.
“Say it.”
“I want it,” she said in a low voice, “I want you to stay.”
She came into my arms and we kissed standing up in the middle of her living room. I took my time nibbling and tonguing her ear, kissing her neck and French kissing her mouth. Her arms encircled my chest as she pressed against me as my hands fondled her ass. In seconds she was sighing in heat. The pale white skin of her face was slightly blotched, flush with desire, very warm to the touch.
“Pooja,” I said, “I am going to the pool where I will strip down naked and wait for you. I will take the bottle of wine.”
“But someone might see us,” she said nervously. “And it’s going to rain.”
“Who will see us? You have a six-foot concrete wall and a small jungle of trees ten feet tall. And the rain will be romantic. Do as I tell you, Pooja. I want to see you walk naked under the moonlight.”
My round hit the target and a soft smile appeared on her face. She was ready.
I walked to the pool, stripped down naked, took a swig of wine and lit a cigarette. I was halfway done with the smoke when the patio door opened and a totally naked Pooja came walking in my direction.
She looked very good in the moonlight. Her jiggling tits were still firm and to my surprise her mound was shaved smooth. She was smiling softly but as she approached the pool the look on her face changed as her eyes focused on my naked figure standing in the center of the wooden structure, my cock semi erect and hardening with each passing moment.
“You surprised me. I did not expect you to be shaved smooth.”
“I tried it on a whim,” she answered, “And liked it…I have been shaving for a year.”
I sat on a wood seat attached to the wall of the gazebo and pulled Pooja towards me. My tongue licked the nipples of her tits, my teeth nibbled the hardened tips of her breasts which I held in both my hands. Pooja cooed and moaned as she ran her fingers through my hair.
The rain came in a light downpour with little wind so we stayed dry in the gazebo. By the time the rain began, I had my face pressed against her smoothly shaved mound, my tongue licking her clit as she bucked her hips and moaned in raw heat. My fingers became busy, alternating between fingering her wet slit or sliding up and down and up on the folds of her cunt as I used tongue on her clit.
I lapped her nub as she bucked, groaned and grabbed my hair pulling my face into her wet snatch as she pressed her mound against my face. She was hungrily responsive.
She pushed into me, face fucking me as she let out an animal moan. Her hands left my head, her fingers closing around her own breasts, rubbing her hardened nipples.
“Oh,” she said, “This is incredible!”
“You like my tongue on your cunt? You like me to eat your wet pussy?”
“Yes,” she said in between grunts, “Your tongue is magic. You…have me in…Oh. Oh… I am going to come soon… This is…. yes, lick me like that…I am going to burst…. Oh… Oh, yes, yes, yes.”
My tongue and fingers did their work well for her orgasms came like waves to shore, some creating jerking movements while other ones made her buck her hips slightly. I then stood up, grabbing her ankles, spreading her legs wide open and rubbing the head of my cock on her smooth, wet slit.
“Is this what you want, Pooja?” I asked, “You want my cock? You want me to fuck you hard?”
“Oh…Yes!!!!…Fuck me now…. Don’t tease me…. fuck me you dirty boy!… Fuck me now. Please, fuck me”
I pumped my meat in fast and hard; she hit an instant orgasm on my first thrust, a long wailing moan escaping from her lips as her cunt muscles tightened on my shaft. I waited a moment until her orgasm began fading before I began pumping her with a solid rhythm, bringing new climaxes into play, one after another, making her moan deeply, gasp for breath and groan with pleasure.
“You like this Pooja? You liked being fucked hard? You like me using your body like this? You like my cock in your cunt? You like being used as a whore?”
“Oh, yes……fuck me with your hard cock…Oh, you are so hard and thick…. I love your cock…. I’ve never…before… this is incredible…. you are deep in me…, I’m coming!!!”
I don’t know how many orgasms she had but there were several as she bucked and moaned, exploding as I also did soon, filling her with my cream as she shook with her final powerful climax.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/96u2jb/mf_seducing_my_big_sisters_married_friend