Previous Part: Nivedita’s Fantasy Man at Birthday Party
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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The story will be narrated from the footsteps of Nivedita.
I stepped out of the car in haste and rushed to the washroom. I notice my reflection in the mirror: messy hair, crammed flowers, a wrinkled saree, and a small smeared lipstick below my lips. Realizing my mistake I wipe all the clues.
We were together only for a few minutes. But I could never forget his strong hand, warm breath, and flashy comments. His hands felt every bit of me except for my hungry pussy, which wasn’t reachable. He did try, but the unfortunate arrival of the car made him stop.
I walked back alone back into the function hall to my waiting husband. Hubby runs to me the moment I step foot into the hall. My eyes surveyed the door, expecting the fantasy man’s return. I then scanned the hall for my daughter, who was eating ice cream with a group of kids.
My hubby introduced me to some of his colleagues and their family. I smiled and shook hands,. My focus continued on the main door, waiting for the stranger. I got tensed, thinking, What if my hubby and the stranger knew each other? What if the stranger reveals my act with my hubby?
My mouth dried. I relaxed, taking controlled breaths. I walked to grab a water bottle that’s when I noticed the stranger stepping in. I avoid his provoking glance. The stranger looked comfortable, and he held his nerve. He walked to the stage and had a pic with the host’s family along with two other friends.
My hubby took me to the stage, handed the host a small gift, and then posed for a picture. While posing for the picture, my eyes were looking at the tall stranger. He looked very fit and trendy in his creamy striped shirt and jeans.
I felt unfortunate to have missed his cock inside me. The stranger would have fucked me madly. We then stood in a queue for the food. I wished that the stranger stood either before or after me. But he doesn’t fulfil my wish. The stranger entered the line after my plate was filled up.
My hubby sat with his bosses and colleagues at a faraway table. I sat with my baby with the remaining seats around the round table empty. This was fucking mad feelings. The moment the stranger was filling up his plates, I had contradicting feelings.
I want him to come to my table. At the same time, I didn’t want him to come to my table in public. I wanted to see him more.
Oh, no, the stranger, along with his friends, was walking to my table. “No, please, no,” I was thinking. What a hell of a situation. The stranger sits comfortably facing me, with his two friends occupying seats on either side of him.
The stranger kept a face showing no hint that he had been kissing me wildly just moments ago. Squeezing and playing with my soft body. My eyes could not ignore him. His hands moved to his lips, the same strong hands which squeezed my heavy boobs to a pulp.
My hubby was always scared to squeeze my boobs harder to pulp. I, too, never hinted to my hubby about my desire to get squeezed hard. I watched the stranger’s hands dirtyily messing with the curry and eating raw. I imagined his hands, lips and the tongue dirtily messing with my pussy.
His friends started playing with my daughter as I ate and fed him, too. I glanced at my husband, who seemed to walk with his plate to my table. “No. No, Don’t come,” I was begging in my thoughts. “What the fuck is happening!”
Thank god! There was no chair for him at my table. But he continues to walk to the table.
I watched my hubby with my heart rate at its peak, beating faster. My hubby places his plate next to the tall stranger. “Fuck No!” The stranger and his other two friends and I, all unanimously lift our heads to watch my husband. A smile crosses across all of our faces.
I controlled my heart rate and watched what was happening. My husband seems to know all three: the stranger and his two friends. But why they didn’t speak earlier? If my hubby had spoken to this stranger before, he would have saved his wife from getting messily and wildly kissed at the back of the car.
My husband drags a chair and positions himself next to the tall stranger. “Kishan. This is my wife, Nivedita. Nivedita, this is Kishan, my colleague.” My hubby told me, waving towards the stranger. Our eye contact was dreamy. I thought I was smiling, but instead, I was blushing.
The tall stranger, Kishan, had greater control over his expression. He had put on a normal face with a genuine smile. My hubby continued appreciating Kishan, “Kishan had roamed all across India in the name of the project.”
“Ya travelled but tired now,” the tall man responds.
My hubby and Kishan spoke like they were the best of their colleagues. “Fuck you knew this tall stranger so closely. Why didn’t you express that before? Fucking waste fellow,” I was scolding my husband inside my head. While they conversed, I understood more about the tall stranger.
Kishan seems to have greater respect among his office colleagues. His voice was manly and commanding. I also learned that the tall stranger was married. “You shifted to our layout. When? Didn’t tell me,” my hubby asked. (What? He stays in our layout?)
They left with their plates. I could not make out the exact location of his house since their voices were muffled. The homely side of me was happy. I shouldn’t get to know his place. Otherwise, my legs and body would get dragged to him to continue where we left in the car.
Another horny side of my head thinks I want to know his location to continue and surrender myself for his huge thrusts and hard bangs. On return, they did not discuss the house location. I could ask, but that would sound desperate. My eyes lingered on the stranger more than my husband.
They continued conversing. My mind continued to calculate even if I found his house address, how could I go? Since his family would be around. That’s when I learned that his wife was in her native for the delivery of the second kid. Wow! Kishan was living a bachelor life.
Fuck I got more tempted and excited about knowing this. I was desperate to know his house location now. But he was my husband’s colleague. Wasn’t am risking? If I continued to fall for him. Suppose I continue to surrender my hot body to him.
It’s OK since my husband was bored of me. He no longer had the same stamina as he used to have a few years back. More than the fuck, I need my body to be caressed and sucked. I brush off the thoughts as I walk to get ice cream for my kid.
The stranger, Kishan, follows me. He gets the ice cream and hands it to my daughter. Fuck, my pussy lips quiver on seeing Kishan place a kiss on my kid’s cheek. My pussy quivered not because of the kiss but because of his provocative eyes watching my lips.
I was wild and badly in need of being kissed. I return to the table. Do I have to ask the stranger for his number or his location? Do I have to give my number or share my house location if he asks? The main concern was that he was my hubby’s known friend.
Kishan looks very handsome with a well-maintained body. My husband wasn’t bothered about his body anymore as his interest lies in money and promotions. He had grown a tummy which was growing as days grew. I had many eye contacts with Kishan all through the dinner.
I was left alone with the stranger and his friends while my husband walked to the stage to bid bye to the host. Suddenly, a fantasy like in stories about getting gangbanged by these three men crossed my thoughts. Damn No. The stranger kneels and talks to my baby with his face inches closer to my bare navel.
Oh god! Butterflies were flying in my stomach. With every word he spoke to my daughter, I was searching for hints of his house location. But he was smart as he did not give away his house location (Smart or Dumb).
At first, I never wanted to be part of this party. But now I don’t want to leave this party. We bid bye. I shake my head as Kishan watches my lips eagerly. I was begging in my heart for Kishan to follow me, but he didn’t. We walk to the parking lot.
While my hubby drove me out of the parking, my gaze turned to the Kishan’s car. Where, like in sex stories moments early, I was in his grasp. I still have goosebumps, remembering his strong hands on my soft body and his needy lips.
I understood that he was away from his wife, and his needs were at their peak. But he controlled, not giving away his location. He never approached me asking for my contact or giving me his contact. We reach home and I drag my nighty to change.
I see my husband and decide to remain in a saree to provoke him for a night of sex. I quickly switch to the task of making my daughter sleep. I showed my hunger for sex with my provocative looks to my husband, who seemed to have understood.
I even signalled to him, asking him to wait until our baby sleeps. He smiles, nodding and heads to the hall to stream TV in a low voice. But my baby took long to go to sleep. I rush to the hall to invite my hubby. Agony and anger watching my husband.
He dozed off on the sofa with the TV continuing to blare. Deepak turned off my sexual mood. I turned off the TV and woke him to move to the bedroom. I jumped to bed, watching my husband, who was deep asleep. I glance at my crumpled saree.
I wanted my husband to open my saree, squeeze my boobs, eat my body, and fuck me. I wanted my husband to squeeze harder than Kishan and kiss me wilder than the stranger. I wanted to forget all about Kishan from the party. I wanted my husband to fuck me so hard that I would never think about Kishan.
But here, my husband left me awake and sleeping, hugging his daughter. Leaving his wife to dream about his married colleague, who was a temporary bachelor. I fingered, but my pussy remained dry. I slept reading some sex stories fingering and juicing my pussy.
But I could not be aroused enough for the orgasm. I dozed off. I awoke to urinate and watch the clock which hit 04 in the morning. My body yearns for a cuddle. My boobs were still needy of a man’s hand, and pussy waiting for a dick. I notice my kid deep asleep. I push my baby to one corner of the bed.
I ease myself into the blanket, spooning myself in front of my deep-asleep husband. I press my ass cheek to the crotch of my husband and keep his hands wrapped around, covering my heavy boobs. I started rubbing my fleshy ass cheek, arousing his sleeping cock.
My husband’s cock slowly gained its girth, and it was rock solid in no time. My husband half sleepily ran his hands, squeezing my boobs over the bra. Unzipping, I handed him the fleshy milky boobs to be pulped. I let out a controlled breath.
My husband then inserts his hands into my pyjama, sliding into my panty. Oops, his fingers caress and massage my wet pussy. I tilt my head slightly and pull his face, dragging by his hair. We kiss with our unwashed, dirty mouths, exploring each other’s saliva.
My memories tend to return to the wildest kiss the stranger gave, how his lips sucked my lower lip, upper lip, and my tongue. I return to the present and kiss my hubby, violently erasing Kishan’s memories. We kiss with his saliva left around my lips.
The kiss was very passionate. His hands were squeezing one side of my ass cheek with his thick rod firmly pressed onto my ass crack. His rod was harder than years before. I was excited. I push him towards the other side of the bed to the wall.
I cupped his cock by the base and started sucking his dick. The memory crossed again. I only had a chance to touch Kishan’s cock, but I couldn’t taste it. From the touch, I could make out Kishan’s cock was bigger than the one I was sucking now.
He runs his hands over my hair with low moans and half-opened eyes. I prepare his cock, sucking it deeper for a wilder fuck. Once he was gigantic like those years before, I dragged away my pyjama and panty and climbed on top of him. I cover a blanket. His cock easily finds my wet pussy and travels slowly in.
I move up and down, sliding in and out of his gigantic thick cock. I place his hands over my hard nippled boobs. I moan with pleasure. I moved, enjoying his thick cock inside my warm pussy.
I was about to reach my climax, but seconds before that, Deepak loaded his cum into me. His dick loosens out of my pussy. I sleep pressing my ass onto his cock, waiting for the next erection. My husband cups me, pressing my body hard into him, and I sleep soundly.
Before his next erection, the kid awoke, and the day started. After the morning routine, once my husband left for the office and my son for school. I want to clear off the thoughts of the stranger and then go for a bath. I close the main door and jump onto the bed.
I undress my pants and panty. I opened my mobile and scrolled through sex stories until I hit one similar to the situation I was in. I start imagining myself in the story’s character, the guy fucking me to be Kishan. I start touching my delicate, soft boobs. I squeeze my boobs, and then my nipples painfully harder.
I rub my clitoral hood vigorously and insert two fingers. I couldn’t take away yesterday’s thoughts. I throw my phone away and close my eyes. I imagine the stranger’s huge cock sliding into me while I climb, sitting on him in the back seat of his car.
I rub my pussy vigorously with my thought running wild with Kishan’s hands squeezing one boob and his lips sucking the nipple of my other boobs. I was shouting in my imagination at the peak of my pleasure. In reality, I shot cum, drenching the bed cover. I had a huge blast of juice.
I quickly pull the bed cover away from the bed. I rush to the bathroom to switch on the heater. I sit in the hall watching some songs scolding myself that these are fit for only stories. I drag myself out of my wilder feelings for my husband’s colleague, Kishan.
I try to wash off his thoughts with a prolonged hot head shower. I thought I was out of his memories. But one day, that changed.
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