This is an incident that I want the world to be aware of: how a 42-year-old married man got lucky and slept with a beautiful 25-year-old.
My name is Kiran (name changed). I started playing pickleball with a group, which later turned into a crew. We were five guys and a girl, who was tall and beyond any of us. Then, a year later, another girl approached the group, and I added her to it.
She looked old, in her thirties, and lived alone. After a few conversations with her, I knew we would fuck, and she was into it and didn’t care if I was married. She started caring for me, and I for her, but our intention was clear: we wanted to bed each other. She looked like a girl who was turned on by my intelligence rather than looks.
We started talking between games and then on WhatsApp. For months, the conversation was quite platonic; there was no malice in it, but I would masturbate while talking to her on WhatsApp. I wanted to talk dirty to her, but I wanted an opening to initiate the conversation, and then one day I got what I wanted.
She was in Chennai visiting her sister; she was on a beach, and I got a message on WhatsApp. After a while, she said, “I will enter the water now,” and it was late.
I said, “You will catch a cold,” and she said, “I am good, I am used to moonlight dips in the water.”
Then I said, “Call me later… I will warm you up.” She giggled and said, “OK.” I was in; she just had to call, and I would have turned phone sex into a weekend of fuckery.
It was late, around eleven, and I gave up and thought of fucking my wife in the ass. I was hard, but I didn’t want my wife anymore; I wanted that girl and wanted her to be my girlfriend.
Let’s, for the sake of argument, call her Sana. She called around eleven fifteen, and I was glad I didn’t cum in my wife’s ass.
In my fifteen years of marriage, I have cummed more in her ass than her mouth or vagina. If she ever needs a colonoscopy, doctors will be surprised by how much cum a woman’s ass can hold.
Getting back to my call. She called, and I picked up after the second ring just to show her how eager I was for her. She began by apologizing — her sister and brother-in-law wouldn’t give up and kept on running one movie after another. She even faked yawns and a pretend eye twitch, but they wouldn’t take the hint.
This was the first time I had talked to her on the phone. It was either on the court or WhatsApp chat. She had a radio voice; she sounded like an angel. I wanted this angel’s mouth on my cock. It was a weird experience because I started caring for her. For the last few weeks, I thought about her a lot, and I felt she even cared about me.
Phone sex is successful when you make a girl finger her vagina, and then she wants some more the next day. Never say no to phone sex with a girl; it’s a gateway to intercourse and a wild one, if I may add. For ladies, sex is mental; for guys, on the other hand, it’s physical. There are chances you can make a woman cum on the phone, then in intercourse. And I had the full intention of doing it.
She was the girl for me, whom I wanted to take bowling in the morning and fuck her brains out at night. She was a turn-on for me. I just played better when she was around. Her ass was quite bobbly for a twenty-five-year-old. This happens when you have anal sex regularly. I didn’t care for it a bit; I just wanted her in my life.
But tonight, she was a girl with whom I wanted to color the night red. I just wanted her to be horny for me, so when she returned to Pune, she was all mine and adhered to my needs, which were wild and kinky.
Getting back to the call. I said, “It’s alright,” and I asked her, “Are you still wet?”
She laughed and said, “What do you want from me?”
I got scared, “Is she onto me? Did I read all the signs wrong?”
I didn’t say a word, and she said, “Why don’t you make me?”
I was shocked and finally in. And now, it was a piece of cake for me, but I was still not sure how to begin. She is quite a tease.
“Do you want help, mister?”
I felt hurt as if she was questioning my manhood. It hit me hard, and I lost a bit of my erection. I knew this lady was in a lot of trouble now, and what she said next was a bit over the top.
She said, “Why don’t you IM me on WhatsApp? This is a bit too much for you.”
I thought better to start now. If she hung up, that’s that. I started, “What are you wearing?”
She started giggling and said, “It’s hot… I am wearing a white cotton T-shirt…”
“And what are you wearing below your waist?”
Her answer surprised me. “Nothing… what are you gonna do about it?”
“What if I run my hands all over it?”
“Over what?”
“Over your hot legs…”
“Not so easy, boy… work towards it.”
I thought, “Okay, she isn’t giving that easily.”
I had to be quiet; my wife was sleeping in the bedroom. I gave another attempt, “How about I kiss your forehead and then your nose and then your upper lip and then kiss the hell out of you, and smooch you hard?”
She replied, “I like that.”
It was on now, “…and then take your earlobe in my mouth and kiss and run my tongue all over your neck and put my tongue in your mouth and kiss you until you are out of breath…”
She said, “Wow, that’s nice going… don’t stop now.”
“And then, I would put my right hand under your shirt and squeeze your boob.”
She replied, “One of them will be left out.”
“I only have two hands.”
“What’s your other hand doing?”
“Its middle finger is in your butt hole.”
She said, “Fuck… I am almost feeling it.”
“I removed your white cotton shirt and now you are wearing nothing.”
“That’s how I like to be… naked, under you.”
“Now, I suck your boob and massage the other… I take turns on them… they are heavy and hard now.”
“Oh boy, you can’t even imagine how hard they are right now.”
“Now, I am biting your stomach, your navel swells and pops out. Fuck… I knew you were a wordsmith… but I didn’t know you dirty it up.”
“Now, I kiss below your stomach…”
“Fuck Kiran! I am so wet right now… we have to fuck!”
“Now I kiss your vagina and lap it like a dog and start sucking it. You try to push me away and cover it up. I split your leg and put my head in between and suck your pussy until you cum.”
She started moaning.
“Then, I turn you and split your ass cheek and smell your ass and eat your ass away. It smells like an enchantment; it’s wet and soggy now.”
“Kiran, my turn now… we swap places, and I take your dick near my nostrils and take a whiff… nothing can smell more manly. I suck your balls one after another; they fit in my slutty mouth perfectly. It’s like a match made in heaven. They are loose and relaxed now. I start sucking your dick little by little.”
“First, I kiss the top of it like a candy. Whatever residue was there is in my mouth now. You want me to swallow or spit it?”
“Spit this one… but fresh cum, you have to eat.”
“Not the kind of girl who passes fresh cum. I will deep throat your cock, and there is a pinch on my throat. I want you to stroke my throat and relax the muscles. Your huge cock starts hurting me.”
“Nice!”
“Your hand on my neck is making your dick slide in my mouth perfectly.”
“Now, I want you to take me behind first… doggy me.”
“Hey, you do anal a lot?”
“What kind of question is that? I’ve been with just one guy in my life… and you will be the first guy in my ass. I didn’t let my ex come near my butt hole.”
“Fuck… I was wrong.”
“Yes, you are, and you know what, I’m no longer in the mood. You had to say something stupid, didn’t you?”
“Did you cum?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“How about we continue in five minutes?”
“Okay, sure, but don’t run your mouth again and ruin this for both of us. I know you are married, but I am in this for the long run.”
“I care about you, too.”
“I know, girls can tell. Now, try your luck in five.”
I waited for five and called her again. She started flirting, “Who’s this, new phone?”
I went a little bit cheesy, “I am almost done if I can just cum in you for a minute… it will make my day.”
She started laughing at the top of her voice. “That was good… I liked it. Okay, you are in again. Take it away, you adulterer.”
“You say no to anal, but I force you to take the position and just insert the tip of my cock in you… you jump with pain… and I assure you nothing will happen… pain is followed by pleasure. I insert more of it in you. You bite your lips and bear the pain. I keep on inserting more, and you take it like a big girl. Finally, I am in you.”
“Kiran, I can feel it. How the fuck are you doing this?”
“You ask me to rough it a bit… I increase my pace… and now, it’s full throttle.”
“This goes on for a few minutes, and then I cum in your ass… How is it, Sana?”
She replies, “It’s warm and pleasing.”
“You are no longer in control of your body. I turn you and pull your leg up and penetrate my dick in your vagina… You moan a bit…”
And then she starts moaning in real. I had to stop her, or else her sister might hear her. I asked her to bite her pillow; she did that. I continued with my story until we both cummed, and after that, we spoke for an hour.
For me, the conversation was what I craved more.
She came back to Pune, we had sex, and got it out of the way.
Today, it’s been three years since we started our relationship. She will be getting married in a few weeks, but we both don’t regret it.
Marriage is a failed institution; it’s the friendship and love that count.