Hello guys, Tushu (name changed) here from Mumbai, 30 years old. About me, 5’9 feet, a Maharashtrian guy, average body, funny, horny, living life to the fullest, kind of person. Have been reading and posting on the site regularly, posting a few experiences here.
This is one of my personal experiences that happened between me and my ex-classmate. She is now a housewife. Her name is Dhanashree, 26 years old at that time, with stats of 36-30-36.
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It was just like any other Friday. I had an off day due to a national holiday. Getting bored at home, I decided to visit a nearby mall to explore new clothes and some food. After reaching, I roamed a bit, exploring things and placing my food order, and sat on a nearby chair in the food court, waiting for it.
Getting bored, I started browsing my phone, watching YouTube and Instagram reels. That’s when I felt a hand on my shoulder with a familiar voice. “Hi, Tushu, is that you?” I unplugged my earphones and turned around to see who it was.
To my surprise, it was my ex-college classmate Dhanashree. Married looked just as gorgeous as earlier. Just the difference was that she was married and was wearing a mangalsutra and sindoor on her forehead. I asked her to join me and make herself comfortable.
Soon we started chatting about each other’s stuff and well-being. I asked her how she is and where she resides now. She said she stays in Navi Mumbai but has currently rented a flat in Mumbai. She is residing there due to her husband’s work and travelling commitments.
I also asked her about her job and working, to which she got sad, and her facial expression changed. She responded, “After marriage, my hubby and in-laws don’t want me to work or have a job as their family is a bit orthodox or old-fashioned. You can see having rules, regulations, and traditions which I now have to follow. So, I had to quit it.”
I replied. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” She was an independent and freedom-loving girl since our college days. She inquired about my well-being, where I stay, where I work and all. I told her that I am still residing at the same place.
When I enquired about her, she told me that she lives near the mall. She visits almost on a daily basis to kill her loneliness and pass her time. She said, “Let’s watch a movie together.” I replied that I have ordered food. She said, “Let’s eat first, then watch a nice movie and spend some memorable time together.”
I wasn’t in the mood but had to give in at the end. We took the tickets and went inside the theatre. While watching the movie, we recalled our college days memories discussing about everything. We enjoyed our talks and the movie alternately.
After the movie, while exiting, I enquired about her kids and jokingly asked about when she would get pregnant again. She went quite silent suddenly, without speaking a word for a few moments.
In the end, to break the silence, I asked her, “What happened all of a sudden? Why did you go so silent? Did I say or ask something wrong or offensive?” She replied in a low, sad tone of voice, “Tushu, I can never have kids, my husband is infertile and he can’t make me pregnant or give me a child.”
I was shell-shocked and didn’t know what or how to react or respond. I, too, went silent for a moment, awkwardly. Then she enquired if I had any work for the day or weekend for the next 2-3 days. I said no, I was free, having my off time. She invited me to her home.
She was alone because her hubby was out of town. She was feeling lonely. Looking at her situation, I agreed. We left on her scooty. On the way, I picked up my new clothes. I informed my family that I would be out of town with my friends for the next 2 3 days.
I also took some of her favourite chocolates, ice-cream, chips and other food and drink stuff. She would relive her college days and feel fresh and happy once again. After reaching her place, she asked me to get changed, get fresh and make myself comfortable.
She too changed into track pants and a t-shirt. Soon we were both enjoying coffee and chips, reliving the teenage and college memories, chatting, sitting on the sofa in the hall. We were going through old pictures of college days in both our phones, of our own group together and all.
She asked me what happened to my relationship with Vidya (she was my girlfriend in college). I said, “She left due to misunderstanding, friends’ manipulation and other people’s influence. She made me stand against myself, framing me. She might be married by now and might have her kids.”
Dhanashree asked me, “So, you are still single, aren’t you?” I said yes. Of course, I had a fuck buddy then, but that’s another thing. Being silent was better, I felt. I replied, “Let’s change the topic.” She asked me if I was hungry and wanted to have dinner.
I replied a bit, so she brought some snacks for me and placed them on the table. When she bent down to place the snacks, I got a clear view of her boobs. I must say they were still the same as those in college days. I had a nice view of her cleavage. I got an instant erection, which was easily noticeable.
She noticed it and gave a shy smile, blushing. She said she was more than happy and grateful. I would be staying back at her place for the night and the next few days, caring so much about her. Else, she would have had to live alone for the next 2-3 days.
I just replied, “Any time for an old friend. So, relax, chill, and relive those happy memories.” She asked me to get fully fresh in the bedroom and have a shower. In the meantime, she said she would get the dinner hot and ready. She went back into the kitchen.
I went to the bathroom to get fresh. I noticed the same bra that she was wearing a few minutes back, and a used panty near the clothes kept for washing. It meant that now she was braless and pantiless, maybe. I erased the thought and started enjoying relaxing in the shower.
After a shower due to comfort, I didn’t wear any undies. Just wore shorts and a t-shirt. I was occupied watching Netflix when my mobile buzzed with a notification. It was my fuck buddy friend who shared some semi-nude and nude pics of her. That made me have an erection once again.
But this time, due to no undies inside, I was unable to hide it. Just then, Dhanashree shouted from the kitchen, “Tushu, the dinner is ready.” I replied, “Let’s have it after a few minutes.” So, she came to the living room and sat near me on the couch, chit-chatting.
That’s when she noticed the bulge in my shorts and started smiling, blushing again. Suddenly, she said, “Tushu, I want to kiss you.” I was shocked. Suddenly, she started opening up and speaking all her bottled-up feelings for me.
She said, “I always had a crush on you in college, but I never expressed it. I feel this is now or never situation for me. Maybe I won’t be able to express my feelings or get the chance ever again, so I expressed and admitted it.” I said, “But Dhanu, you are married. How can we…? I mean,”
She replied, “Anyways, I’m not happy or satisfied with my husband due to his being infertile. Also, he can’t make me pregnant. Please make love to me and help me to become a mother. I, too, want to be with my baby, my kids. Have a life with them, be happy. Feel like my motherhood is raising my kids. ”
I was blank, unable to think or what to say. She said, “Don’t think too much, Tushu. I know you better than others. You are the only right person to help me in this situation. I can’t trust anyone else for this.”
I asked, “What about your husband? What if he finds out or comes to know about it?” Then she said, “We had already discussed about this a long time back. He’s fine with it if I get pregnant with someone trustworthy. He is ready to accept the baby in such circumstances, happily.”
To be continued.
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