Hi, I am Madhan here. I am a Bengalurean, 6″ tall. You can reach me on my hangout/mail [email protected] and Telegram @msarsstr.
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You can read my story, Another Rejection Increased Frustration.
The story will be narrated from the footsteps of Hottie bomb Nivedita.
After a very long time, my husband Deepak invited me that evening to a birthday party for his colleague’s kids. It’s been almost a year since I (Nivedita) and my husband went together for any functions. I half-heartedly agree to go to his invitation.
These days, I like to be left alone. I am no longer interested in being part of any function. Moreover, I hate going to his office colleague’s parties. I agreed for the sake of my 5-year-old daughter.
While searching the wardrobe, I ponder. It’s been a long since I wore something good for a function. I wear a dress and check my reflection in the mirror. I change to another dress. Finally, I switched to a saree, the best one.
I was hesitant. This saree brings the hotter side of me with its revealing deep neck cut and sleeveless blouse. I looked pretty hot. Was this too much for this function? To review, I walk around my husband.
No! These days, he never appreciates my beauty. He watches normally and not even a single word. When he doesn’t appreciate my hotness, I go one step ahead and wear my favourite bigger dangling earrings. The purple-colored saree was contrasting nices onto my milky white skin.
I dressed my daughter too in a purple attire matching mine. It’s Deepak’s best colleague at the office. So he rushed us ahead of time, and we reached 06:15. Only around 15 people were in the hall, with most being the host’s family members.
I felt lonesome and frustrated to have to wait. Deepak introduced me to his host, his family, and the pink dress-wearing 2-year-old birthday girl. Deepak left me alone, and he went out with his other colleagues. For this reason, I hate to come to such functions. I take my phone and scroll through some Instagram reels.
Deepak used to fuck me like a bull. But past two years, he left me yearning badly for that wild fuck. I was too desperate for good sex, which was missing.
The reason was unknown:
Either Deepak was too stressed at work.
Or he doesn’t find me attractive anymore.
Or he found and was fucking another pussy at his office.
Or my sexual demand is too much.
Or his age has taken its toll on his stamina.
Or he was interested in money, and he didn’t care about my bodily needs.
Lately, I have been reading a lot of erotica stories online, satisfying myself with my fingers. I even dared and chatted (sext) with a few erotica writers for a sext. With a few, I had some naughty video and audio calls. All anonymous and only virtual until I leak juices. I tend to block them after that.
Waiting for the birthday function to start, I started fantasizing for some stranger to catch me. My daughter was playing with balloons with a bunch of kids in this hall.
In my fantasy thoughts, I wanted to be taken by a stranger and made to suck his cock in his car. But all these seemed unrealistic, like a dream. How, in reality, do we meet, and the stranger starts eating my pussy on the same day?
I brush off the thought and step outside on the green lawn, ringing my mom for a small pep talk. I returned to the hall, and the time on the clock had hit 07:00. My eyes scanned the function hall, looking for my daughter. There she was playing with other kids.
That’s when I noticed this man – The fantasy man.
A tall smart man enters along with two more men into the function hall. The moment his eyes met mine, our eyes seemed to have locked for an instant. Some unspoken communication travelled between our eyes. Like stories, I adjust my saree pallu covering the revealing cleavage, and break the eye contact.
Fuck! Is he the one from my fantasy world to fulfil my desires and longing? I go back to my mobile and continue scrolling through. Fuck, like in stories, my heart rate was at its peak. I seem to forget the complete surroundings, with only the fantasy man occupying my thoughts.
A lot of internal fights resisting me to look for him. But he was magnetic. My eyes followed his every move. The strange man walked straight to the stage and had some animated conversation with the host. He kissed the baby. Fuck I felt a tinge the moment his lips kiss the birthday baby.
After kissing the baby his eyes search for me. Fuck, I should look away. Before I looked away, he caught me staring at him. I was seated at a round table. I had to turn my head almost 90 degrees to watch him. I shifted my head and looked away at the pani puri counter ahead of me.
Now and then, we had a small but brief eye contact. The tall man seemed to know the trick. His every eye contact evaded his two friends who walked alongside him. I seem to enjoy his attention.
I was smiling and blushing from the inside. My face was unable to control me from expressing it. Moments earlier, boredom seemed to have disappeared suddenly. I have to control myself since I don’t know this strange man. I heard his crisp voice as the stranger walked past me, cracking jokes with his friends.
The tall man walks to the panipuri counter and positions himself facing me. He started gulping pani puri with his eyes staring at me bolder than before. Our looks/glances were very secretive, which created warmth in my body. I was relishing his full attention now.
I tried but failed to keep my glance away from this handsome stranger. Wait, my husband was not in the hall. Deepak went to get the birthday cake. The stranger and his three-man gang walked out for a while. That’s when I felt sad again.
I waited, watching the doorstep for the tall man and his gang to return. The gang returned after 15 minutes. The time, which ticked very slowly before the stranger’s arrival, started to tick fast. The hall suddenly seems to be fully crowded.
At 07:30, my husband and another man brought the cake. I was grateful that my husband didn’t speak to this man. They don’t know each other. This gave me added courage to react positively to his lusty stare. The crowd suddenly encircles the stage around the cake.
That’s when this happens. The fantasy man walks alone towards me. He stands around two feet away from my table. He studies all around the crowd. My heartbeat stops for a moment. What is he going to do? I quickly watched my husband. He was busy arranging the cake on the stage along with my daughter.
For an instant, I was shocked. My facial muscles stopped, watching the tall silhouette of this fantasy man. After keenly scanning the complete hall, he daringly signals me with his eyes to follow him. Fuck, how he dares to signal a married woman that, too, in this crowded function hall.
Did I make it so obvious, expressing my desire to get fucked by my looks? My facial expression was shocked and clueless. I had sweat droplets forming on my forehead. I take a deep breath. The fantasy man signals again before walking out of the hall.
What should I do? Like in stories and like I dreamt, the situation was unfolding. Do I have to follow him? I wait and force my legs not to follow him. But my legs failed to listen, and I stood to follow him. I stepped out of the function hall, which was on the first floor. I could not see him.
I walk briskly to catch up with my fantasy man. I finally catch him walking into the far end of the car parking. There was only one watchman who was guarding the entrance at the other end, away from the car parking. I walk, adjusting my saree with hurried steps.
I watch him stop near a white Honda City car. He spins around and confirms my following him. He unlocks and climbs into the back door, leaving the door slightly open. My hurried footsteps suddenly lose the speed. I walk slowly, with my heart rate at its peak.
My adrenaline was at its high. Fuck no. I was shivering and sweating restlessly. I reached and watched him sitting at the end of the back seat, waiting for me. I tell myself this is not a story. This is life. I don’t know anything about him. I want him I don’t want him. Both thoughts were strong in my head.
I hold the door of the car. Fuck No. I smile at him, shake my head, and walk away. I forced my legs to go away from him. Did I get scared? Or Did my social values suddenly awaken? I don’t know. I walk back to the hall. I felt frustrated, and my longing for sex and my desires only doubled.
I wanted to be kissed madly every bit of my body by this fantasy man. Feeling sorry, I watch the door. The tall man walks in. He doesn’t look at me. My mind was begging him for a look. He walks, ignoring me as if I was not there. He joins the crowd.
I watched him madly more than before to make him look at me once. I go around him. I stand facing him. But the tall man seems to have very good control over his senses. He doesn’t look at me. My senses return to the cake. My husband returns to me.
He tells me that they are waiting for the arrival of the head of the company. I hate being so official in such personal parties. My eyes followed the stranger, ignoring my husband and his talks. Damn, my nipples were hard and erect, poking out of my bra out of the blouse.
I can’t believe I did that. Not caring about my husband sitting next to me. Not caring about the people around the function hall. I signalled him to come out. He broke the eye contact. Did he notice my signal? Fuck why did I do that? Why am I so restless for him?
Was this all the effect of reading so many sex stories? I signalled him the second time during his fractional eye contact. He doesn’t seem to move. My husband was busy talking with his colleague. Watching the fantasy man I walk to the door of the hall.
I return my gaze to the fantasy man and step out of the hall. I walked at a slow pace, hoping he would follow me. I sneak and watch him again before climbing down the stairs. He was not to be seen. I walk alone to the car parking area in the same spot.
I wait near his white Honda City car with a cool Bangalore breeze making me shiver. The tall man was nowhere in the frame of my eyesight. I wait eagerly for him. I watch him walking towards the car by the sound of his car getting unlocked by the remote key.
Before his arrival, I open and climb into the spacious back seat. I was nervous and shy. Fuck! The moment he reached and opened the door, I was all wet, and my panty was soaked. I was excited like never before. I was shivering. He asks, “Who are you? What are you doing in my car?” Fuck I felt very embarrassed.
All the excitement and the thrill disappeared in a snap of my finger. I angrily stepped out of his car. The stranger climbs the back seat. Damn, he suddenly dragged me into the car and closed the door. I was shocked and thrilled. I was breathing very fast. My whole body had goosebumps.
He says, “Oh god, how can I ask such a question? My eyes couldn’t stop staring at your assets.” His rough hands touched and squeezed all over my body to every corner of my soft, spongy body. He took me completely into him, hugging me tightly, squeezing my boobs into his chest.
I was breathing warm air into his shoulders while his hands were running all across my back and my ass. His hands busily felt my bare hips. His touch took me to the pleasure heavens. We detach from the tight hug. I closed my eyes. He says, “We don’t have much time.”
His lips gently brushed against my waiting lips. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him to kiss me wildly like never before. He appreciates saying, “What lips! Uff! So juicy.” His strong hands clasp my navel tightly. I was slowly coming to my senses.
I was sweating by this time. Fuck he knows how to make women horny. His comments, “Your looks in saree made me mad, and my dick was never in control.” He placed my hand on his erect cock over the pants. He lifted my chin, making me open my eyes.
I open my eyes slightly. He looks into my eyes and locks his lips with mine. He kissed me wildly, sucking away my lips one after the other. The kiss was wilder and hurried. His lips busily sucked my mouth, draining off the honey. Damn, he was a killer kisser.
My hand moved along the length of his cock. I could make out the size to be longer and thicker than my hubby’s. I want to suck them like in my fantasy. The kiss was so hazardous that my lips and his lips were fighting with each other, with our noses colliding.
His hands were never free. His hands parted the saree pallu unveiling my boobs. He busily massaged my heavy spongy boobs with his strong hands. We moved our faces sideways, and the kiss continued cross-mouthed. He tastes minty. His fingers were now playing with my hard-poking nipples over my blouse.
I was surprised that my nipples were accessible through the bra and blouse to him. He places his other hand, rubbing my pussy over the saree. I want to get fucked with his huge cock. I want his hand and lips over my desperately waiting pussy.
Suddenly, a car arrived in the parking. We stop. I got scared. Some people climbed out of the car. I started praying that they didn’t notice us as they had to walk across this car.
The story continues into another part. What happens when her husband speaks to this stranger at the function? Was her husband and the stranger related?
Next Part: Nivedita’s Fantasy Man at Birthday Party – Part 2