Hi guys, this will be my first story on ISS. I am Rohan from Bangalore, and I was in my early 20s at the time of this occurrence. My first adventure was with a MILF.
(By the way, I want to tell you that I am only interested in older women, not those my age.)
So, the story starts when I was traveling from my office to my home on the metro. A lady, probably in her 30s, was staring at me for a long time. I was feeling shy at that moment and literally ignored her.
When I was coming out of the metro, I saw that woman standing just behind me, and I felt like someone touched my pocket, but nothing was there. Thinking about all this, I came home, and while changing clothes, I observed that there was a small paper chit in my left pocket.
When I opened it, there was a mobile number. I understood that the lady must have put her number in my pocket. I called the number out of curiosity, and a man picked up. I instantly cut the call. After that, I didn’t call that number, and I didn’t even receive calls from that number. All of a sudden, after a week, on Saturday morning, I received a call from that number, and some lady was on the other side.
For some time, there was complete silence; then the lady asked for my name, to which I replied. She then asked me directly if I would be able to meet for coffee at CCD, to which I said yes.
We met at approximately 6 pm. I saw her standing near the cafe and greeted her. I was literally feeling very awkward, as this was my first date with an older lady.
After that, we sat in a corner of the cafe, and our chit-chat started.
Me: Hi Ma’am, nice to meet you. What’s your name, by the way?
Madam: Hi sexy, my name is Mandira. By the way… what’s yours?
I was literally shocked to hear her introduction. I was not expecting the word “sexy” in our first meeting.
Me: My name is Rohan. So, Mandira, how are you?
Mandira: I am fine, but I just wanted to know why you didn’t call after that day.
Me: I told her that a man picked up the call, and I thought that maybe it was the wrong number.
The lady smiled wickedly and said, “He was my husband, you stupid.”
Me: Ohh, I see.
Mandira: My home is nearby. Come, after coffee, we will go to my home, and I will show you the beauty.
I was confused as to what beauty she was talking about, but I kept mum and replied yes to her.
After having coffee, we went to her home, which was in an apartment. When we walked in, her home was lavishly designed and well-maintained. She told me her husband is an IT engineer and he will come after 9.
We chatted for a while; then she asked whether I have any girlfriends, to which I replied no. I asked in return why she gave her husband’s number.
Mandira: He will also be involved. Don’t worry.
I was confused about what was going to happen. I was just thinking about all this, and meanwhile, the bell rang. Her husband came in and greeted me.
We sat for a while; then he asked me whether I would play a game of keys with his wife. I didn’t know the game, so he explained the rules to me.
It’s basically like no strings attached. In their apartment, 5-6 couples play that game.
Game rule: Basically, all the men will meet on the terrace after 9 PM on Saturday, and they will pick a house key placed in a pot. The key they pick up that night determines whose house they have to go to. They will pick that key and know the last name, which will be written on the key sticker. From 10 at night till 6 AM, that lady will be their wife.
I thought, “If these people want to play that game, they should continue. Why am I being told all this, as I don’t even have a girlfriend?”
The husband understood my doubt and told me that all the couples are in their 40s, and they wanted to spice up the game more, so they wanted a younger man to be part of the game.
In each game, one man will give his place to the younger boy. This will also be chosen by chits. The ladies want some young flesh to taste, so they planned it this way.
Then it was mostly time to play that game that day. We went to the terrace, and first the chit was picked to determine whom I would replace. Surprisingly, it was some Mr. Arora whom I would replace.
Then the house keys were kept in a bowl with the house lady’s name on them. We all closed our eyes and picked a key. The one I got was Mrs. Mehta (2nd floor).
I went to the 2nd floor and found “Mehta” written on the door plate. I rang the bell, but to my surprise, the door was open. When I entered, I saw light coming from one room.
I went inside and was surprised to see a lady sitting in ghunghat in the middle of the bed, and there was even a flower decoration.
The lady was dressed in a bridal lehenga. It was like a suhagraat, you could say, but her eyes were blindfolded. So I went near her and told her, “You are looking sexy, Mrs. Mehta.” She told me to call her Shalini.
Shalini: Hi buddy… You know the name of the game, right?
Me: Yeah… we just want to pick the name of the house lady and have sex for the full night and disperse to our homes.
Shalini: This is just the initial rules. But I will explain more to you.
By the way, I forgot to tell you that this lady looked like some sex goddess in that dress. Her figure was 36-24-34, which was busty.
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To know the rules of the game, we will continue in the next part. Till then, enjoy, guys.
If any lady in her 30s or 40s needs a man for dating, kindly connect.
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