This story is one of my many wild fantasies.
I am a 32-year-old, 5’6″ fair woman with a figure of 38-34-38. I have been promiscuous all my life, and ever since I started having sex, I’ve needed more of it every day.
This story is from my early days of marriage, when I was in my early twenties. We had an arranged marriage, and probably my husband liked me because of my busty and curvaceous figure.
We had amazing sex initially. He treated me like a sex goddess and fucked me in new positions every day, but soon, he left abroad for his job and would return just once every 6 months.
Those days were tough. I had frequent urges to have sex, but had to satisfy myself through porn movies and other means. I also frequently needed help with household chores, so I used to call the boy next door, Adil, who was 18 years of age at the time, to help me.
I was technically his Bhabhi. Besides my in-laws, he was the only person I met during the day, and we started talking a lot.
I gradually noticed that he had grown a lot in the last few months — a sudden growth in height, baby hairs on his chin and upper lips, and that change in voice with adulthood.
One day, I asked him to get me some groceries from the nearby shop. When he returned, I had just gotten ready for the day. I always liked to flaunt my figure, so I wore a deep cleavage light pink kurta and pants that hugged my curves, with brown hair framing my fair face.
As I was admiring myself in the mirror, I noticed Adil standing near me and staring at my figure in the reflection. He fumbled when I noticed and handed me the groceries.
I asked him to wait for snacks, and when I bent down to place the tray on the table, I saw him looking at my cleavage. I remained in that position for a few more minutes.
When he left in the evening, I felt good about my body once again; I felt validated and wanted more of that attention.
I called him again the next day with the excuse of some work, but in reality, I just craved the attention. This time, I wore a night suit with an even deeper cleavage and tight pants that accentuated my ass.
I purposely bent down to show him my cleavage again, and he stared at them for a solid two minutes. Then I finally asked him, “Kya main aapko sundar lagti hu?” (Do you think I’m beautiful?)
He nodded. I asked again, “Mere kal wale kapde zyada achhe lag rahe the ya aaj wale?” (Were yesterday’s clothes better, or today’s?)
He was shy initially but then said, “Aap toh har kapde mein achhi lagti ho.” (You look good in every outfit.)
The slut in me picked up a magazine lying under the table and showed him the picture of a model in lingerie, asking with a smirk, “Kaisi baat kar rahe ho… har kapde ka matlab iss kapde mein bhi achhi lagungi kya?” (What are you saying… if you mean every outfit, would I look good in this too?)
His eyes lit up — I think he had never seen such pictures before. He turned away but said, “Haan, uss ladki se zyada sundar ho aap.” (Yes, you’re more beautiful than that girl.)
He turned back and stared at my cleavage, and I took the opportunity to ask him, “Aise kapdo mein dekha hai kisi ko pehle?” (Have you seen someone in such clothes before?)
He said ‘no,’ and I asked whether he would like to see me in those clothes. His face turned red, and before he could say anything, I lifted the top of my night suit up to my neck so that he could have a clear view of my bra.
I could see a tiny bulge in his pants. That was enough for that day, so I lowered my top and told him not to tell anyone about it.
From the next day onwards, he would always come to my house on his own. I was cooking in the kitchen, and he was standing beside me, continuously staring at my boobs.
I asked him with a smile, “Kya dekh rahe ho?” (What are you looking at?)
He said, “Kal se mere dimag mein aapki bra wali photo hi aa rahi hai.” (Since yesterday, I can only think about your bra.)
I said, “Chuu kar bhi dekh sakte ho. Aate jaise soft hai.” (You can touch them too. They’re as soft as they look.)
I took his hand and put it inside my bra. My body heated up. It had been 4 months since someone had touched my boobs. I made him grab my boobs even harder and just wanted to have sex, but I knew that he didn’t know how to do it.
I told him, “Ek achhi si movie dekhenge aaj hum dono.” (Let’s watch a good movie today, both of us.)
I took him to my room, switched on a porn movie on my laptop, and made him lie beside me. My in-laws lived downstairs, so none of this would cause any trouble.
He watched the foreplay and sex with an amazing sparkle in his eyes. After the movie, I asked him, “Ye sab kiya hai kya pehle?” (Have you done all this before?)
He said, “Nahi… bas kal hi ek baar phone pe dekha hai.” (No, just saw it once on the phone yesterday.)
He was just a poor teenage boy, so he knew nothing about marriage or cheating. I told him, “Main aur tumhare bhai toh karte rehte hai sex… main tumhe bhi sikha sakti hu.” (Your brother and I have sex regularly… I can teach you too.)
I lifted my top and asked him to do whatever he had seen. He struggled to open my bra, so I opened it for him, and then he grabbed one boob and licked the other. Then he sucked my boobs.
He kissed my neck, lips, and belly button. I asked him to open my pants. I then spread my legs wide and told him, “Aaram se dono hotho ko failao… aur thoda honey waha rakha hai… wo laga kar chuso.” (Gently spread both lips and put some honey there, then lick it.)
He did just that, and I reached a different world. He wasn’t as good as my husband, but he served the purpose. I just wanted to get fucked now.
I saw his erect dick; it was still small but okayish. I held his dick in my hand, and it started throbbing. With my other hand, I widened my hole and asked him to put his dick in. It was his first time, so he came immediately.
The next day, we repeated the whole sequence, and I put a condom over his dick and taught him to thrust. He was way too small for me; I barely felt anything, but that was the best I could do in my husband’s absence.
Gradually, Adil began watching new sex positions in porn and would come and try them on me. He was better in doggy style as he could reach deeper.
Our little sex adventure continued for the next 3 years whenever my husband was gone. But slowly, his family grew suspicious of our closeness and shifted him away for studies. That’s how our adventure ended.