Previous Part: Tales of Unnati and Poonam – The Beginning
So here we were, two lonely souls sharing our lives. Now, I played some classic Bollywood instrumental songs with a light notes to make up the mood. I opened up a great Sula Brut Tropical with the curtains closed.
I poured some wine into the glasses. Poonam was consuming the spirit slowly, along with thoughts running all over her mind. I could sense she wanted to start but was hesitant about how to explain it to me.
I gently tapped her, and she was back to her senses. I asked her, “Is everything ok?” She was ok. She held my hand between her palms and assured me not to speak about it to her family or society. Else it would be very shameful for her to live in this society with her family.
I freed my hand and held her head with my hands. I assured her I was always there for her in the rain and shine. She had a beautiful heart, and her hairs were so soft she had a streak of hair on her face. I took it and placed it behind her ears. She said everything was good and beautiful over 5 years of marriage.
Later her husband started devoting more time to his business life. So their sex life started diminishing from twice a day to once a day, from 3 to 4 times a week, to 1 to 2 times a week. It was so low in the past couple of years that it was hardly 1 or 2 times a year.
Poonam said, “I was so depressed that at one point in life, I thought to myself, what is my meaning of existence?”
I consoled Poonam. The tears from her beautiful peacock eyes ran down her cheeks to the jawline to her neck. I was constantly wiping her tears with my saree. Poonam told me she had sex out of her marriage with her neighbour. Her yoga instructor, a paid fuck boy and her maid (our common maid Soni.)
Soni moved to her husband’s native during the lockdown in 2020. They had a very bad financial conditions. We tried our best to help her, but even we could not afford to make our ends meet.
Later, we had to take a call and relieve her from her duties. So now a new maid Payal has taken over Soni’s work in society, But more about her in stories to be released.
So here I was with Poonam holding her head and making her feel relaxed as she freed herself from all her guilts. I stood up to refill the glasses. She came from the back and hugged me. She begged me not to tell this anyone in society, not even my husband.
While drinking, he may take out this topic in front of Poonam’s husband, and there would be a big issue in society. I kept both glasses on the dining table. I kept her hand on my head and told her to promise me that she would also not share what I would share with her now.
As Poonam was from native India, she obeyed. I told her that I had had an experience with Soni during the previous monsoon season. As I narrated my story with Soni, Poonam’s tears of guilt were seen converting to tears of relief and happiness.
Poonam was delighted as the bisexual woman in her was beginning to rise. She knew I was a partner she could trust at any given time. Since men are infamous for keeping the secret with them. (Sorry to men reading this part)
Poonam knew this was the time to celebrate as she had the freedom to stay with me until night. We immediately undressed and shifted our scene to the bedroom.
We both were in our birth suits. As this was Poonam’s first time with me, we both were under blankets. We switched on the television with music channels to create a mood. We both started exploring each other’s bodies.
Poonam had an average body. But as she was from native India, she had that native lady shyness. She insisted on switching off the lights. I overpowered her while kissing her collarbone, neck and sexy native face.
Later she gave in. And we kissed each other like there was no tomorrow and we were never going to meet in future. Let me tell you. The native ladies have beautiful heat within them. If you touch them at good points, they are wild cats.
Once they become wild, we have to tame them by our experience. Catching her wrist above her head with one hand, I simultaneously kissed her neckline and collarbone. I also paid attention to her breast.
She had a normal Indian women’s breast with brownish-black nipples. She had surrendered her body to me to enjoy the pleasure of her lifetime. Still, both her wrist were caught by me. I started to massage her breast with my other hand.
I simultaneously started kissing her from her head to cheeks, ears and ear lobes. Biting her ear lobes and once or twice twisting my tongue in her ears to give her that thrill. She was laughing and jumping as it tickled her ears.
Later kissing around her neck and collarbone for 15 to 20 minutes. She could not bear more and was crying with a smile on her face. Now my focus was on her breast. I massaged one and sucked the other hard black nipple. It was so nice that she was blabbering in her mother tongue.
Please suck them and press them hard in that typical native accent. I was so turned on by her words that I sucked and gave love bites till she got my tooth marks on her. Later I released her wrist. My hands were now on her waist and breast, just pressing it like kneading the dough. I went for the final dose.
I went down on her kissing her inner thighs toward her pussy. Poonam’s juices were on her pussy labia. It was shining because of her vaginal secretions. I was now approaching her pussy. I licked all the secretion made by Poonam from the outer labia and now focused on her clit.
It was small and hiding near minor labia. I told Poonam to spread her legs more. She obediently did so. I, too, increased the song volume a bit to hide any expected sounds. I played with her and flirted with my hands for 5 minutes.
Later she couldn’t control herself and said, “Please suck hard. No one has understood my needs till today.” I sucked and stimulated her clit to the extent that she gave a loud moan and caught my ponytail hair.
Poonam squirted her hot and sexy juices on my face for 5-10 seconds. My bed was wet with her juices. Thanks, I had the bed protector in place, so only the cover was wet with her juices. She was gasping for air and was in bed for a few seconds.
She washed, and I changed the bed sheets till then. We had another round of spirits, and now she took control of things. Now I was under her, and she was kissing me and licking my body as if there was no tomorrow.
She majorly loved to suck my breast as they were a size larger in shape. Also, my nipples were a shade lighter. She asked what’s the secret to keeping them that sexy. She held my hands and continued to play and stimulate my breast.
She took one of my soft nipples in her mouth and sucked like there is no tomorrow. I assisted her to pinch the other nipple playfully to stimulate me. I took her other hand and instructed her to finger-play with my clit and pussy. I was already high on feelings.
She told me just to relax and enjoy the stimulation. After 10 minutes, I, too, had my climax. Her fingers were still stimulating my clit. While I was climaxing, her fingers were stuck in my pussy and pressed so hard that Poonam’s fingers strained and pained for 30 minutes.
But she knew I had really had a great climax after all. We both were exhausted and in bed for an hour, as we got peaceful sleep after so many years. Later we again had a round of spirit. I asked her about her other experiences. Now she trusted me. She shared her other encounters with men.
I hope you liked my story. Readers and followers, be patient. In the next story, Poonam will share her experiences. Mail your suggestions and feedback to me on [email protected]. Lots of love to all.