I have always imagined making love to a young married woman, to feel her experience in bed, and be the one to receive all the pleasure of her pampering. But as luck always seems to elude me, I have never been able to experience such heavenly pleasure.
I am Dev, and I work as a computer operator at a reputed school in the city of Agra. Due to my moderately paying job, I have been able to get enough financial support to get a wife and start my own family. But at 29, my sexual urges and physical needs were at their highest point.
Usually, porn does its job to satisfy my sexual tension, but sometimes I wish to feel the touch of a real woman – the feel of a warm, naked body of a sexy woman, and my dick sliding in and out of her pussy.
Things changed one year when a new mathematics teacher was appointed for the senior classes. She was Kanika, a married woman with the figure of a goddess. Somewhat tall, fair, and voluptuous. By her looks, she seemed to be around my age, but when I accessed her details, I came to know that she was 36 years old and had two children.
She usually came to school in salwars, but every dress highlighted her curves. I always drooled over her boobs and ass. Slowly, she captured my mind and became my sex-goddess, the one I fapped to every single night.
As time passed and due to the position I was holding, I was able to meet her, and we became quite comfortable with each other, so much so that we were able to share our feelings and problems with each other.
We exchanged phone numbers, and of late, we had also started exchanging the general “good morning” on WhatsApp. I came to know about her family and personal life. Her kids studied in a reputed missionary school, and her in-laws stayed in their ancestral home in Hathras.
Her husband worked in the Merchant Navy and came home once every six months, staying for nearly a month or two before leaving again for six months. So basically, for half the year, she stayed with her kids all by herself.
After a year or two, we became very good friends and opened up even more with each other. She often teased me for being unmarried at that age, and I had no answers for that.
Once, she talked about her loneliness and how she was slowly spiraling toward depression. She didn’t have any friends or neighbors with whom she could talk. So I was her only emotional cushion.
Things were going like this when a mistake from my end changed everything for good. One Sunday, I was feeling lazy after a night out with my gang and didn’t get out of bed till late in the morning. I was half asleep when I heard a ping on my phone. It was Kanika, wishing me good morning with a picture of her pretty smile.
I decided to do the same and tried to find a good picture from my gallery. In my half-asleep condition, I selected a picture and sent it to her.
A few minutes later, she texted back, “Check before sending.”
I was confused and saw that I had sent a GIF of a couple passionately kissing, which ended with them falling on the bed. I was so scared and called her to apologize. She didn’t pick up, so I texted her, apologizing profusely. But nothing came from her side. I was scared to my core.
Then, around 1 in the afternoon, she called back. When I picked up, I heard her laughing. She said it was quite understandable for someone like me, as I was still unmarried at this age.
After that, she became even more open with me and even started cracking spicy and naughty jokes. We started going out on lunches and dinners, and she started wearing sexy outfits when with me. I realized it was just about time I would get what I wanted.
It was December, and the winter break was about to begin. On the last day of school, she came to me and said that her children were going to their in-laws’ village for the holidays, and her husband was not coming back until March next year. So I got the hint and, flirting, said that she shouldn’t feel lonely as I would never leave her side during those days.
She just blushed, smiled, and left my room. Later, I texted her to ask if she was interested in going out to a club with me that night. She told me her children would be leaving tomorrow, and she would be free then, so we should plan for tomorrow. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come.
The next morning, I made preparations for a grand night. I downloaded some soft porn films and bought a large pack of condoms, her favorite chocolate-flavored ones. At 7 pm, she texted me to come and pick her up. I wasted no time and reached almost instantly. I found her waiting for me, and my jaw dropped just by looking at her.
She was in a short, knee-length, black, backless one-piece gown that highlighted her sexy cleavage and smooth thighs. Her sexy back made my dick rock hard, and her aroma almost made me cum. Her shoulder-length, bouncy hair seemed even more gorgeous, and her luscious lips seemed even more inviting.
Once we reached the club, we had a few shots of tequila and hit the dance floor. We danced for quite some time, holding each other closely, and then realized that alcohol was making its effects. We became a little tipsy and danced, hugging each other.
Dancing for so long made us very hot and sweaty. I was even more drawn by her sweaty aroma. After a while, we were so horny that we decided to move out and go to my place. But on our way back, she decided we should go to her place, as she had a surprise for me.
When we reached her house, I found it well decorated from the inside, especially the bedroom. Looking at my surprised look, she just said, “Consider me as your wife, and today is our first night together,” with a wicked smile on her face.
To make things even kinkier, she added that she wanted to spend the night with me on the bed wearing only her mangalsutra, and she emphasized the word “only.” I got her hint and responded by saying that I feel very uncomfortable if I wear anything on my body.
Then we plunged into each other’s lips, kissing each other deeply and madly. From the living room, I took her on my lap and carried her to her bedroom without breaking our kiss. I kept on sucking her lips; that strawberry flavor was maddening me, and the very thought that I was going to fuck a married woman was making me even hornier.
Once we reached the bedroom, I lay her down on the bed with her legs dangling from one side and immediately removed her panties, which were soaking wet at the bottom.
She wickedly smiled at me and said, “Somebody is in a great hurry tonight.”
I completely ignored her and plunged my face between her legs in search of her vertical lips. Once I put my face down there, I smelled her pussy, a mixture of her sweet skin, a hint of sweat, and her leaked juices. It was intoxicating.
I was quite surprised to see that she was totally clean-shaven there, not a hint of even a single stubble of hair. I thanked my luck and targeted her clit, which seemed a little bigger than normal.
Straight away, I attacked it with my tongue and learned that she was hypersensitive there. The moment I ran my tongue over her clit, she moaned loudly — so loud, I thought even her neighbors could hear her.
Then, she wrapped her legs around my neck, clutched my hair, and pulled me toward her pussy. I was completely lost down there and kept on sucking, licking, and sometimes putting my tongue in her love hole and tongue-fucking her.
Within a few minutes, I sensed she was about to release. And as I moved away a little, she blasted her juices all over my face and chest.
As she lay there, reeling under the pleasure of her first orgasm in many months, I shifted my focus to her buttery thighs, giving her love bites there.
Then, I realized that I hadn’t even removed her dress before pouncing on her. So, as gently as I could, I pulled her one-piece dress over her head as she lay there, still dazed by her orgasm.
As I removed the dress completely, I found her naked body like that of a goddess, a sex goddess. Her fair complexion glistening with sweat, her body didn’t have any trace of hair anywhere except her scalp.
Her boobs, gently heaving up and down with her mangalsutra, were firm like those of a teenager. Wow! She was a treasure. I stood there mesmerized again by her beauty, now seeing her naked.
Meanwhile, my dick was ready to pop out from my pants. And now, it was hurting, so I removed all my clothes, preparing to enter her pussy.
I touched my dick-head to her wet and slippery entrance and started to rub over it. This sensation brought her back to her senses, and she immediately got up and, holding my dick with her hand, said, “Not so fast, darling… let me play with that big tiger.”
Saying that, she started rubbing the length of my dick slowly, creating sensations in me that were completely unknown to me a few minutes back. For the first time in my life, I was getting a handjob.
Her soft hands were doing magical things to me. Her gentle strokes and her ever-so-gentle caress on my balls were making it more difficult for me to hold back.
I told her, “Kanika, I may burst out right now… you’re wreaking havoc on my dick.”
To that, she smiled and said, “I need you to unload now so that you can fuck me all night long,” and smiled with a wink.
I was completely blown away and thought about the actual perks of being in a relationship with a married woman. They are so much more experienced and know exactly what they are doing.
As I was about to cum, she sensed it and wrapped her tits around my dick, starting a tit-fuck. It was too much for me to witness those lovely, soft melons putting their warmth on my rod and smoothly traveling all the way down to my base and coming up to the tip, striking it occasionally with her mangalsutra.
I burst out and sprayed all my thick load in her cleavage. It was so erotic to see her mangalsutra pendant getting drenched with my cum. Kanika seemed to be enjoying all of this as she rubbed all the cum from her cleavage to her pussy, making it even more slippery.
Then, she simply saddled my semi-limp dick, which was still pulsating after the first orgasm, and started rubbing her pussy over my dick. She was just wiggling her hips over and over, and I could feel the heat she was emitting from her pussy.
As she was doing this, her face revealed an expression of extreme arousal. Looking at her face and feeling her heat, I started getting aroused again, and my dick was getting hard. But before I fucked all the wits out of her, I was planning for an erotic foreplay.
So, I sat up and embraced her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Then, we were lost in a passionate kiss, feeling each other’s lips and playing with each other’s tongues. Slowly, I started rubbing my palms over her erect nipples and pumped her soft boobs.
Kanika was very sensitive in her boobs and nipples. She immediately started moaning as I was kneading her boobs. I could feel she was releasing even more juices from her pussy as I kept playing with her firm boobs.
Once I had enjoyed her lips to my heart’s content, I shifted my focus to her neck, earlobes, throat, and her sexy cleavage, which had become sticky with my cum.
After some time, she could not take it anymore and said, “Dev, please… don’t tease your bhabhi anymore. Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow… fuck me like you own me. I’m all yours tonight. My pussy is dying to be stretched to its limit by you.”
I told her, “Just a second, my love… let me put on a condom,” and was about to get up when she held me tightly and said, “Fuck me raw… I want to feel you in my pussy… and cum in me… I want your seed deep in me.”
Listening to Kanika, I became very aroused, and my dick became rock-hard again. I lay her on the bed and got into the missionary position, placing my dick at the entrance of her love-hole. A gentle push slid my dick-head into her. A little more effort, and I was completely in her.
She was so tight, as if I was fucking a virgin. Her expression was a sight to behold. She seemed to have a little pain, but there was a smile on her lips, hinting that she was enjoying the pleasure.
I then started swaying my hips to pump her, and the room was filled with the sound of her moans and the sloppy sound of her wet, dripping pussy.
I kept fucking her, sometimes increasing the speed and sometimes ever so slowly. Within 20 minutes, she had already orgasmed three times.
Then, I asked her to ride me, and she readily saddled me, this time sitting on my dick and taking it in completely. I was mesmerized by the sight of her swaying her sexy hips, the heaving of her boobs, and that mangalsutra dancing on her cleavage.
I was again tempted to suck those inviting pink nipples, which were rock hard. Sucking them was a pleasure. While I was doing so, Kanika suddenly tightened her pussy walls, as if holding and giving a hard jerk, and immediately released a hot liquid on top of my dick.
That heavenly sensation was too much for me to keep control of myself, and I too came in her. She just moaned my name loudly, clutching my shoulders and digging her nails into them as she felt my hot seed flow in her.
Exhausted, she collapsed on my chest.
It was almost daybreak, and both of us were thoroughly exhausted and needed some sleep. We lay in each other’s arms and tried to sleep, but the fire of sex wasn’t allowing us to relax. Even after so much fucking, my dick wasn’t becoming limp this time. Kanika was surprised to see that it was still rock-hard.
I jokingly said, “Won’t my beautiful bhabhi take care of me in this situation?”
She smiled and said, “But I’m so tired, and my pussy is sore now…”
I said, “Let me help you then,” and I turned into the 69 position again and started licking her clit.
That drove her insane, and she grabbed my dick, which was dangling over her mouth, and started sucking it. After some time, I asked her to get into the doggy pose, and she happily obliged.
I pushed my rod into her from behind and grabbed her boobs. Now I was fucking and pinching her nipples hard. She was so aroused at this point that she came within 15 minutes.
I couldn’t hold myself back for long either and unloaded in her pussy again. Then we just collapsed into each other’s arms and cuddled up to a deep sleep.