Hi, Your friend Rohit again. Today, I am coming up with a new story, ‘Housewife Priya.’ Priya is one of my readers. She told me about her experience, which I am writing to you about. Now, you will hear from my lovely, sexy reader, Priya.
I am a Bengali housewife. I live with my husband and son. Let me describe myself. I am 40. I am 5’3″. I am fair, slim and curvy. My vital stat is 34C-28-36. My boobs are very soft and juicy. I have a pair of brown nipples with a big areola. My nipples are pointed.
I have a flat belly with a deep belly button. My armpit is clean, and my pussy hair is trimmed. I am beautiful with a pair of perfect, juicy lips. I am a pro in blowjob. My hair is long up to my middle back. My skin is smooth and buttery. My pussy is puffy and juicy.
3 months back, I was fucked by a stranger. But that story I will narrate to you later. Today, I will tell you about another incident in my life. After that night, I lead my normal life again with my husband and my son. But I never forgot about that night’s intense sex with a stranger, Ravi.
I didn’t want to repeat that, but I always missed him. Ravi also has not tried to contact me. I kept it as a sweet memory deep in my heart. Several times, I tried to tell my husband about that night. But I didn’t get enough courage to do so.
Finally, I decided that I would never tell this secret to anybody even my husband. Also, I decided that I would never cheat on my husband again. I came back to my normal life with my loving husband and son. Our sex life was also going fine, but I felt that I became more aggressive in bed.
That incident spiced up our sex life. My husband was very happy with my excessive activity in bed. Due to the guilty feeling, I always tried to make him happy in bed. I was ready to fulfil all his demands. Even once, he tried anal sex, which I had never allowed before.
But it gave me a lot of pain, and we decided that we would not go for anal sex again. My husband was happy with my decision. 3 months over. I was busy with my regular household work. One day, I felt some pain in my back. I took some painkillers, but the pain was coming back at regular intervals.
So my husband suggests that I should go for yoga and a balanced diet. He took me to a dietician and also admitted me to a yoga class. After 1 or 2 months of regular yoga practice and a balanced diet, my pain was gone. But the added advantage was increased beauty and a perfect figure.
My skin tone was also improved. I was glowing like a newly wedded bride. I can see the lust in his eyes, which I found when we were getting married. However, due to my back pain, our lovemaking session was a little bit irregular. So, we both were derived from our physical needs.
One day, we were going to attend a party. I wear a bright red colour sari with a matching blouse. I applied a red sindoor and one red tip on my forehead. I used red colour lipstick matching my sari colour. I was looking gorgeous. My hubby looked at me, full of praise.
I knew that my fair skin and the red colour of the sari, tip, and lipstick could mesmerize anybody. My hubby came to me and tried to do some naughty stuff, but I stopped him because I didn’t want to spoil my makeup.
My husband laughingly said, “This is not fair, Priya. Do you want to kill other men with your beauty? Today, you are looking extraordinarily gorgeous. Today, all my colleagues and friends envy me.”
I answered him with a killing smile. He held my hand proudly and went to our car. We reached the venue. It was a silver jubilee anniversary party of a senior doctor. When we entered the hall host couple, Mr. and Mrs. Singh, came to us and welcomed us.
We greeted each other. Dr Singh looked at me and mockingly said, “Priya, my god, you are looking fabulous. Your husband is so lucky.” I answered, “So I am.” Mr. Singh looked at his wife and said, “Darling, do you mind if I go for an extramarital affair with this hot lady?”
Mrs. Singh answered, “OK, then I will go for this handsome guy.” And pointed to my husband. We all laughed out loud. He introduced us to his only son, Dr Samar Singh. He just came back from London after completing his Masters in medicine. He was a handsome, charming guy, 26 years old.
He shook our hand and welcomed us. Dr Singh told to his son that they were my special guests, so he looked after them. Samar nodded his head smilingly. We sat together and chatted. I took a glass of vodka and seeped slowly. My husband and Samar had scotch in their hand.
Suddenly, one of my husband’s colleagues called him, and he went there to join them. When he got up, he told Samar, “I hope you take care of my beautiful wife, young man,” and blinked at him. Samar answered, “Yes, I love to take care of such beauty like her.”
I blushed in shame and lowered my head. Sahib, my husband, slowly went to his friend circle. I looked at Samar. He looked directly into my eyes. I looked around to avoid his gaze. From the corner of my eyes, I felt that he was checking me out from top to bottom.
I turned toward him. To avoid this uneasy situation, asked, “So what’s the up, young man?”
Samar: Good.
Me: So you are joining the same hospital where my husband and Dr Singh are practising?
Samar: Yes. I will join there only.
Me: So, what is your next plan?
Samar: That you will decide.
He blinked at me. I blushed and asked,
Me: No, I was asking, what is your plan?
Samar: I am not thinking too much about my future.
Me: OK, then tell me about you.
Samar: Really you want to know about myself?
Me: Why not? You are a good-looking young man, smart and charming.
Samar: Pleasure is all mine. But I doubt it.
Me: What?
Samar: I am not that handsome or charming.
Me: Why are you thinking like that?
Samar: because I didn’t have a beautiful girlfriend like you.
I laughed out loud. My husband always said that I have a killing smile that can seduce any man within a second. Samar looked at my face, and I knew that this young boy felt for me. I also enjoyed his company. And a little flirting is always healthy.
So I didn’t think much and said,
Me: Don’t worry, I will find a beautiful girl for you, now cheer up.
Samara: Really, Priya Bhabhi?
Me: Hey, don’t call me Priya Bhabhi. Call me by my name. I think we are almost the same age.
Samar: OK, Priya. Then we are friends.
Me: Yes, we are friends.
He took my hand in his hand and shook it once again. I felt that, actually, he wanted to touch me again. So he did this. I didn’t bother much.
Me: Now tell me, what kind of girl do you like?
Samar: As beautiful as you.
Me: Hey, are you flirting with me?
Samar: Yes, from the very beginning, you don’t know?
He looked at me with his smiling face.
Samar: Really, Priya, you are so beautiful. I wish that I had a girlfriend like you. I will be the happiest person in the world.
Me: Don’t tell me that you don’t have a girlfriend.
Samar: I don’t lie. I had a lot when I was in London, but they are nothing in comparison to you.
Me: Don’t tell me like that. You are now embarrassing me.
Samar: Really, Priya, you are very beautiful. Your eyes, nose, and lips are so beautiful. Your skin tone and the bright colour of your skin, anybody can die for it. You have a child but then also you maintained your figure very well. It is just perfect. Every inch of your body is perfectly curved and shaped. I can sacrifice my life to have you once.
He completed it in one go and looked at my face with pure love and lust. I blushed. My face became red with shame, which made me more beautiful. I couldn’t look at his eyes but I felt that his eyes were roaming on my body. I felt very shy.
I said with a low voice, “Please don’t talk like that. I am married, and this type of word makes me uneasy.”
Samar: Sorry, Priya, but you are my friend, so that I can tell you my emotions clearly. Sorry if I hurt you.
Me: It’s OK.
Samar tried to take a glimpse of my cleavage. Today, I am wearing a deep-necked-cut blouse. It was very tight, and for that, it pushed out my boobs from the above region of my blouse. A huge portion of my upper breast was opened and covered with my sari only.
He licked his lips with his tongue and uttered, “Lovely.” I knew that he had succeeded in his attempt. I never felt like this before. We both knew that he had already seen my deep cleavage, but neither I nor he accepted the fact. I looked down with shame. My face became red.
I didn’t dare to look at him. But I must confess that at that time, there was a mixed thought running in my mind. I was disgusted by his creepy look. On the other hand, I felt good that a handsome macho hunk appreciated my assets.
He asked, “What happened, Priya? Why are you looking down? Look at me. Don’t hide your beautiful face from me.” He completed his sentences. Before I could answer, suddenly, he held my chin with his hand and lifted my face. I was shocked by his sudden touch on my face.
At the same time, I was shivering by his intimate touch. I looked at him with full of anger in my eyes. I was very angry because of his courage. I already knew that he was a very desperate man. I understood his look, which was full of lust. I had seen such a look from many men around me.
I never encouraged this type of look. But that day, I didn’t know why I liked his behaviour. I showed him that I wasn’t happy with his behaviour, but deep inside, I liked it. Now, we slowly became normal again. Suddenly, he held my hand and said, “Come with me. I will show you my apartment, which Dad gifted me.”
I hesitated a little and told him, “No, Samar, it does not look good. All are here. Moreover, I didn’t want to go with you alone.” Samar didn’t wait further and went to my husband. He brought my hubby with him. I was feeling uncomfortable.
My husband came to me and asked, “What happened, Jaan?” I answered, “Nothing.”
Samar looked at my husband and said, “Sir, actually, we became a very good friend, and it was nice talking with her. She is a very good person who treats me like his younger brother. So I want to introduce Priya Bhabhi to my girlfriend.”
My husband smilingly asked him, “Go ahead, what is the problem?”
Samar: Actually, she is from London. We are chatting over Skype. So, I am requesting Priyabhabi to come with me, but she is not ready. Please, you tell her to come with me, and then she will come.”
I was shocked at how he was telling a lie to my husband. First of all, he was asking me to come because he wanted to show me his apartment. (What he told me, but I knew he had some other nasty plan back of his mind.) He was telling me that I was treating him like my younger brother, which was a total lie.
Also, he was hiding his feelings for me. My husband knew nothing. He told me, “Priya, you should go with him. And young boy, take your time. Introduce her to your girlfriend. And thank you for taking care of her because she is bored at this type of party. I am busy with my friends and colleagues and she is sitting alone. Still, 2 hours are there to have our dinner. I will call her when we will go for dinner.”
I replied, “No, no, I will talk with his girlfriend later, some other time.” I didn’t want to go with him because I was afraid I might not be able to control my emotions. My hubby turned toward me and asked, “Priya, what happened? Why are you behaving like this?”
He knew me very well. Such behaviour was not matched with me. I was taken aback because I didn’t want my husband to find anything suspicious. So I tried to be casual and said, “No, actually, we may not get enough time to talk with her because the party is going on. I will talk to her later when we will be free.”
I tried not to go with him because I felt that his intention was not good. I didn’t”t want to give him any chance. So I said immediately to my hubby, “Then you also please come with us.” Samar didn’t look happy. But he didn’t show it. He also casually asked my husband to come with us.
But my husband denied it and told me, “No, you people, please carry on. I will talk with her some other time. Actually, I met some of my friends here who were at my college, and we met after a long time. So please excuse me. Priya, you go with him.”
I didn’t want to go with him alone because I knew that his intention was not good. But to avoid any further argument, I agreed to go with him. He took advantage of the situation, held my hand, and said, “Come with me.” I understood that he was taking advantage of the situation.
We said goodbye to my hubby and went in front of the elevator door. I could not protest him but silently followed Samar. We came to the side of the hall and entered the lift. I pulled out my hand from his palm and told him, “Don’t try to act smart and listen to one thing to stay within your limit.”
He said nothing but pressed 15. I looked down and tried to avoid eye contact.
Samar: Mrs Chatterjee, don’t worry. I will be at my limit until you allow me to cross.
At that point in time, I was afraid. I didn’t want to be involved in any sexual activity with him. But I surely knew in the back of my mind I was fighting with my morals and all other such staff.
I looked at him and said, “You are very naughty, and nobody can guess your naughtiness by looking at your innocent face. We are a good friend and we will be a friend. Please don’t try anything wrong with me. I can’t accept.”
Samar laughed at me loudly, blinked his eyes, and said, “Don’t worry, I was just joking at that time. I know you have a very high moral value.” I was a little bit relieved by hearing this. We reached the 15th floor of the building. We came out of the lift and went to his apartment.
He opened the door with his key, and we entered his flat. It was nice and decorated with modern furniture. He showed me every corner of his apartment one by one. His seating room, dining, kitchen, one guest room and finally his master bedroom.
One entire side of his bedroom is covered with glasses. From there, the city looked magical. I appreciated his choice. We came back to his seating room. We sat on the sofa. Still, at that time, I didn’t feel anything wrong from his side. He sat beside me.
Samar: Priya, the first time you came here, so tell me what you want to have?
Me: Nothing, Samar, let’s go.
Samar: No, you have to take something. OK, do one thing. I bought a bottle of vodka from London. It is very good. You must take one drink from that.
Without wasting any time he got up from the sofa and went to the side of the room where a mini bar was formed. I thought that just a few minutes back, he was joking, and he didn’t have any wrong intention. But later, I came to know that I was wrong.
He took one glass and poured some vodka added little lime juices, and made a peg for me. He also made a strong scotch peg for him and brought both glasses. He sat beside me and offered the vodka glass to me. I took it from his hand. Slowly, we were taking a sip and chit-chatting general staff.
I never took vodka more than one peg. But it felt nice. We emptied our glasses, and we went for another round. Now, it was high for me. But I had it also. After three pegs of vodka, I was feeling very high. My voice was breaking down. I couldn’t talk properly. I felt a little drunk.
He took my glasses from my hand and kept it on the table. He moved close to me. He took my one hand and pressed it lightly. I didn’t care, or maybe due to the effect of alcohol, I didn’t notice it. Suddenly, he held my face in his hand and asked, “Priya, can I kiss you once?”
Before I could understand and answer, he pressed his lips to mine. I panicked. But already, he took my lips in between his lips and started kissing me with full force. He sucked my saliva from my mouth and ate my red lipstick. Around 2 to 3 min, he kissed me.
I tried to free myself. But I felt weak due to the effect of vodka. I tried to push him hard, but I failed. After 2 to 3 minutes, he left my lips. I was very much angry about his behaviour. I slapped hard on his face. He didn’t return me, but instead that again he pressed his lips to mine.
He was then sucking my lower lips. Alternatively, he sucked both my lips. Then he tried to insert his tongue in my mouth. I tried to close my mouth, but I failed. His tongue entered my mouth, and he was playing and fighting with my tongue. I became weak. I was not participating but also not trying to stop him.
He was licking and sucking my lips with full intensity. He was not ready to leave my lips. After around 10 minutes, he left my lips. He murmured, “You are so tasty.” I was angry. I couldn’t believe this. I shouted, “I am leaving. I don’t want to stay here with you anymore.”
I got up from there and went towards the main door. I was very angry. More than that, I was feeling weak. I understood that if I spent a few more times, I couldn’t control myself and allowed him what he wanted to do with me. I rushed to the main door of that apartment.
I wanted to leave that place before it was so late. He hurriedly got up and hugged me from behind. He wrapped his hand around my belly and was kissing on the back of my neck. I was trying to free myself but couldn’t match his power. We were then standing middle of the room.
Samar: Priya, please let me make love with you.
I was horrified to listen to this. I tried to free myself again and said.
Me: No, Samar, it is not possible. I am married, and I can’t cheat my husband. I love him very much.
Samar: OK, I promise that I will not go inside You, but may I hold your breast at least once and feel its softness.
Me: No, Samar, I can’t allow you. Please leave me.
Samar: Please, Priya, don’t be so rude to me. I love you, yaar.
Me: Oh God! Why are you not listening? I can’t allow you.
Samar: Please, Priya, I am dying to touch you once.
I felt weak, and slowly, my protest became weak. I felt pity for him. I told him, “OK, but you will touch me above my clothes only.” I also wanted some little hanky punky. I thought, what the harm in it if he touched my boobs once above my clothes.
Actually, the fact was that I also wanted his little bit of touch. But I never knew what was coming. He slowly pushed me to the wall. He pressed me into the wall of his seating room. I was facing the wall. My backside was in front of him.
He pinned both my hands on the walls above my head with his left hand only. His right hand was now freely moving on my belly. I felt his breath on my neck. I couldn’t stop him. He whispered in my ears, “Please, Priya, let me have you once. I never saw a beautiful woman like you.”
I was shocked to hear this. I understood that he would not leave me until he rammed my pussy with his cock. I tried one last time, “Please leave me. I am married. Please don’t spoil my marriage life. I loved my husband very much.” But I was feeling weak inside me.
He was now licking my back, and his hand was moving on my belly. Slowly, his hand moved upward and held the pallu of the sari and removed it from my shoulder. Now, my upper body was only covered with a blouse and bra. He moved his hand to my breast and pressed it above the blouse.
I felt his strong hand on my blouse-covered boobs. He was mauling my breasts one by one and at the same time licking my shoulder, back and neck region. I was feeling weak in my knees. I couldn’t stop myself from that carnal spell. He understood my situation.
But I gathered some courage and power and told him, “You wanted to feel my breast once I allowed you. Now, please leave me.”
This is the end of the Part – 1. What happened next? Stay tuned to know the next Part. I will come with the next Part of the story very soon.
Next Part: Housewife Priya – Part 2