Hey Readers, My name is Myra. I am a married woman living in India. I have been married for 5 years now. I am 27 years now.
I look like any Indian married woman, light-skinned, with thick black hair, big eyes and thick lips. I was petite before I got married. A few months after getting married, I started getting curvy.
I prefer dressing in ways that highlight my curves well. For Indian wear, I will always opt for sarees with skimpy blouses and bodycon dresses or skirts for Western wear. I enjoy seeing the bulge in my husband’s pants when we step out, especially when he needs to be ‘decent.’
My husband Avinash (Avi) is a very horney man. I discovered my sexual side after I met him. We met through family friends. We got engaged in a month and married in 6 months. I lost my virginity to him on our wedding night. For our honeymoon, we didn’t even step out of our room.
For the first 3 days of our honeymoon, I don’t think I had any clothes on. Wedding feasts and our regular sex sessions started to show their effect on my body in the first 6 months. I realised when I went to buy some new lingerie because the old ones could no longer fit.
My breasts went from 34C to 36D. My ass was now 38 inches from 36. My waist size had somehow gone down to 27 from 30 inches. A narrow waist made my ass and boobs look even more prominent. I even heard inappropriate comments from my male coworkers on my growing stats, indicating the fun I was getting.
I was checking out my bare ass in the trial room mirror the following day. I was thinking about last night when Avi and I tried anal for the first time. I was bending over and stretching my ass cheeks to see if I could see my asshole stretched. Too bad I can’t seem to get any visual.
Avi’s cock is thick. I can’t compare how thick it is as I have never been with any other man. When fully aroused, his cock takes a life of its own and starts oozing cum. The sales lady outside gave me a few bra options to try on. Tried the ruby red lingerie set. I took a few front and back-view pics and sent them to Avi.
The next few options were similar and in different colours. I had enough time. My client meeting had been cancelled, and I had the rest of the day to myself. In response, I got a dick pic from Avi. Fully aroused, I asked him where he was. Does he want to catch up for lunch?
He was in the office and was about to take a break for lunch. He could meet me at a restaurant close by. I quickly sent him the coordinates of the restaurant, which was secluded on a weekday offering ample privacy. I quickly dressed and paid for the magical ruby red lingerie and a couple of other sets.
I didn’t take the red lingerie out as I was wet. The sales lady would have seen the wet patch while packing it for me. She scanned the tag I took off for her to scan for billing and got a cab for the restaurant. Avi was already waiting there for me.
As I got closer, I couldn’t help but see his bulge and smile getting shy. I sat beside him as he called the waiter for a glass of water. I pulled him closer and whispered in his ears, “I am wearing the red lingerie now.”
“Give me a moment,” he said without wasting a breath. He slid a 500 rupee note to the waiter who was getting us our glasses of water. The waiter pointed us in a certain direction. Avi grabbed my hand and asked me to leave my bags behind. I followed him to what seemed like a common washroom.
It was a weekday, and the restaurant was a posh one. The footfall was practically absent. He locked the door behind me as I turned around to face him. Without wasting a moment, he kissed me hard. Avi is a passionate kisser.
Tongue, biting, licking. He does it all. “Why were you lingerie shopping? You look great without it,” He said, squeezing my boobs over my top, his lips sliding down my neck.
“All my old ones were tight. It looks vulgar to wear a smaller bra underneath tops and t-shirts. That sabziwala also keeps staring at them. I won’t wear them at night, of course,” I said, sliding my hands under his shirt and grinding my pussy against his hardening cock.
There wasn’t much space in that tiny washroom. Even if we wanted to get naked, we didn’t want to get risk from hygiene pov. He opened my top buttons to see my heavy and newly grown boobs snuggled under the red lacy stuff.
To turn him on further, I slid my hands to feel his erection, “Do you like what you see? ” I asked in my best attempt to seduce him. “All this is your work, all the pressing, squeezing and biting. Avi, you horny man,” I whispered, pulling my left boob out of the bra cup, pinching my nipples and moaning a little.
“Fuck me hard,” I whispered. Quickly he unbuttoned his trousers and pulled his boxers down as I lifted my dress. He picked me up from my ass and placed me on the marble platform with a couple of wash basins. He bit my left nipple hard, making me moan hard.
I kept spreading my legs to let him fuck me with his monster-hard cock. He kept fucking me hard, stretching my pussy, biting my nipples, slapping my boobs. Kept talking about how men probably shag hard thinking of me naked. How he wants to fuck me hard even more in front of strangers.
Yeah, we have spoken about it, and we do it in our discreet ways. I kept saying how wet I got every time he found new ways to fuck me. How thick his cock feels every time it enters my cunt. He has made me his sex slave. I cannot think of a single day without getting fucked by his monster cock.
After some deep, hardcore pounding, I came hard, my legs shivering, my nails scratching his back. A few minutes after, I felt his cum hard deep inside my cunt. His warm sticky liquid oozed from my cunt as he pulled out. Blushing hard, I rubbed it and licked a bit, “Hmmm, salty,” I giggled.
He used some tissue to wipe my cunt clean. Kissed me hard again. “I love you, my hottie,” He whispered in his dreamy voice. “I love you too, my horny yummy man.” I put my bra and panties back and corrected my dress. We stepped out, ate some warm soup and returned to our workplaces.
Hope you have a good time reading these. I know how I enjoyed these impromptu sexploits with my husband and other men (yup, there have been other men after I got married). Let me know if you want to read more about such incidents. My id is [email protected].