After being married for a few years, I was at my prime to explore more and more in bed. The only condition was that I needed to experience it with a new man. Every night after supper, I would take my phone and start my hunt.
I was visiting various adult sites, chat sites, and porn sites. I spend most of the night sexting with a new potential partner. That’s how I met Mr. P, a poetic soul trapped in a needy body. He was five years younger than me and unmarried. We first met in a public parking lot.
We sat in his car and spoke for a while and planned to spend some time in a faraway resort. I could only meet him during my office hours. I had to be back home after 8 pm. After all, I am a sanskari married lady. I always come back to my husband and family after a long day.
Mr. P came that day prepared with a bag full of snacks, drinks, and a mega condom box. Once we were in the room, we had some wine before he took me to bed. I was obviously also prepared and pulled out my sexy full-body fishnet tucked inside my laptop bag.
Fun fact: this fishnet was a gift from my college-time sugar daddy. He wanted to fuck me in a fishnet. After him, I wore it with many other guys. Every guy thinks it’s especially for him. No one knows that I reuse and sometimes without a wash.
I got changed and came to bed, where he was waiting with a glass of wine in his hand. Before he got all over me, he took time to scan through my face and body closely. It was different, as most of the men couldn’t wait to pounce. But Mr. P took his time before he started kissing my back.
The gentle touch was only an indicator of how rough things were going to get in due time. Mr. P took a big sip of the wine, came directly towards my lips, and kissed me in full mouth. That wine was spilling through the sides of our lips.
It dripped down my cheekbone, through my neck, to the white hotel pillow cover. The first stain of the day!
The AC was on. My body under the AC blanket was fully naked and almost melting and soft like a fresh cookie. I really have a soft body and skin. He pulled me closer and cupped my breast. He lifted it towards his lips and his tongue. He started, swirling all over my hard nipple.
I was looking at his face. He looked like someone who has not had sucked a nipple in a while now. He wanted to take out everything he could from those nipples. I started soft moaning, and I guided his hands to my wet pussy. He opened up my pussy with his two fingers.
He touched the warm, soaked clit and started rubbing it in a circular motion. Ah, I still remember how good that feeling was. He kept suckling. His fingers were really deep inside me when I decided to pull off the blanket and lift my legs and open wide to make him more horny.
And it worked. Looking at my legs wide open, he stared hard, stroking his fingers inside me.
He said, ‘ I have been waiting to take you to bed for so long, and I can’t believe I am doing this to you. Ah, you married slut.’
I said, ‘Don’t you want to get inside this married slut’s pussy that you have been fingering for so long? It’s time you do.’
He climbed up over me, pulled out a condom and threw it on my face. I tore the packet and pulled out the condom. I started putting that on his rock-hard cock with my warm hands and looking up at his face and smiling. I glided it down on his cock. The smile of knowing what’s coming next.
He pushed me back on the bed and came over to me, lifted a leg of mine and slid his dick fully inside. Before stroking, though, he made sure he had everything the way he wanted. He pinned me down securely and made sure I had the right grip.
He made sure my arms were over my head. My wrists were held in a tight grip with his one hand. He made sure the other hand had a tight grip on my ass, and then he looked at me and said, ‘Ready?’ I nodded, and he took his first slow but deep stroke.
When his balls touched my pussy he closed his eyes and stayed there to feel tight warm deep pussy. He started stroking, and the intensity kept going up. His fingernails were digging my ass. His full body weight was on me. I couldn’t have stopped him if I wanted to.
He was like a machine, following the rhythm of going all in and out and his mouth on my neck, sucking deep and marking a hickey. He heard me moan loudly near his ears. I asked him if he likes to drill a married slut’s hole more than a younger girl’s. He said, ‘Anyday, every day, a married whore’.
For a change of position, he lifted me, his hard wet cock dangling as he moved towards the chair. The one we find in any hotel is kept for working by the desk. He dropped me on the chair. My legs still folded but apart, my juices flowing down after his dick came out.
I am sure he loved the sight of that. He then placed my legs over the armrest, making my legs wide apart. My clit was not fully visible. He sat on the floor and pulled the chair closer. He asked me if I had been enjoying it so far. I said, ‘I am loving it, and there is no time to waste.’
I grabbed him by his short hair and pulled his mouth close to my wet dripping pussy. I started moving my waist in a circular motion as he was eating my fat pussy. I can’t explain the pleasure of seeing another man between my legs.
It flashes in my memory how many men were in that position before him, doing the same thing. After some time, I asked him to fuck me again, and he again started fucking me. Our moans and grunts filled the room. He started going so fast that the chair wouldn’t stay in one place as it has wheels.
In the room, we went wherever the chair took us, but all this while he was pounding me deep. I held onto tables, bed corners, and walls for support while being filled in on that moving chair. Ultimately, the backrest of the chair broke down. I realised it was time to change position.
Mr. P pulled out his throbbing cock, and my pussy suddenly felt empty and started throbbing again. Mr. P said he wanted me in the bathtub and took me there. He made me sit inside the dry bathtub, and he sat on the edge of the bathtub, feet inside the bathtub.
He asked me to come closer. He cupped my face in his hands and started intensely looking at my face. He moved away all the hair strands and said, ‘You are so beautiful, this face is so beautiful. Can I please make you mine completely?’
I asked what he meant. He looked at his cock and asked me to hold it close to my face. I did, he still holding all my hair to the back, both my hands holding his cock just feet away facing my face, and he let go. His warm piss covered my face, and it dribbled down my boobs to my tummy and thighs.
This was my first golden shower. I can never forget the satisfaction on his face. We continued to shower there. I again gave him a long bath under the running water. He never missed a chance to guide my head deep and select the pace at which he wanted me to deep-throat him.
After showering, I saw the time. It was almost time to leave, but he was not ready to leave yet. He wanted another round before we left the room. We did a quick one by the edge of the bed. I was bent over, and he started pounding, holding my love handles and spanking my ass.
He spread that ass cheeks with his hand to look at my holes and his pole disappearing into it. With each of his thrusts, my freely hanging boobs would bounce back and forth. My nipples slightly rubbed against the bedsheet. It almost felt like someone’s tongue was teasing them.
After ten minutes of stroking, he was mad to cum, desperate. He said, ‘Fuck Ankita, let me please cum inside you. I can’t take it anymore. I want to spray my cum on your pussy walls, please.’ I turned over my shoulder and looked at him. He took out his cock from my pussy.
I jumped out of bed and pulled out the condom with my teeth. I said, ‘You can use my mouth instead.’ He slid cock in deep and held still my head. My lower lip almost touched his balls. He started moaning, ‘I am cumming.’ I could feel his balls all squeezing up for the grand release.
There it was. I felt a warm, thick cum load on my throat. I had no option but to gulp it down to make space for more cum. My eyes were tearing up, but I stayed put, simply gulping down his loads. When he was fully done, he took out his cock slowly and slapped my tongue and said, ‘You are a good whore.’
It was so satisfying to please another man. I absolutely love this feeling. We both got dressed, and he dropped me home. He gave me a few candies and chocolate for my kid.
At bedtime, the kid sat on her father’s lap and enjoyed the candies. I sat and looked at both of them and thought to myself, ‘Ignorance is indeed bliss.’
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