Hello readers, I’m Shweta, a 28-year-old housewife from a small town. I belong to a typical Hindu family. I never had a boyfriend or any sexual experience before marriage.
I have a nice milky white body with big boobs, a round juicy ass and a beautiful goddess-like face, which usually turns many heads with lustful desires. This is my first experience narration on sex4stories.com. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time after reading many stories here.
My husband is a typical Hindu businessman, busy with business, even in bed. We have sex once or twice a month, leaving me craving for other stud men. Only after our marriage did I start to feel attracted to other men. It’s been 4 years since our marriage with no kids.
My husband doesn’t last longer than a few seconds leaving me unsatisfied with an almost unused pussy. It was then that I started to watch porn and read sex stories. It gave rise to many fantasies I knew my husband could never fulfill.
My unfulfilled desires gave rise to several such incidents, fulfilling some of my fantasies. This is one such incident that I’m about to narrate.
It was summertime around 2 years ago. I slipped while taking a bath and got my knee injured. I was in pain and visited a nearby chiropractor. He was a good-looking young Muslim boy named Anas, around 25 or 26 years old.
He had his clinic just outside our society for around 2 years, and I never came across this handsome stud. My mother-in-law took me to him since my husband was always busy. We entered his clinic. I got into his chamber past the waiting area since it was empty.
He glanced at me for a few seconds while my mother-in-law waited outside and asked me to take a seat. He was a handsome young Muslim boy with sexy tattoos on his arms. I felt an immediate strong attraction to him. I had always fantasized about getting rammed hard by a Muslim hunk.
He then asked me about my problem. I explained that I fell while taking a bath, and now my knee won’t stop hurting. I was wearing a yellow colored Patiala kurti salwar that day since I had to go to the market afterward. I thought he might give me a few adjustments, and I wouldn’t need to apply anything.
Suddenly Anas got an important call for which he had to go outside. I was lost in fantasizing about his well-built muscular body. What might his circumcised cock look like? Until then, I had only seen my husband’s 4-inch dick.
I lowered my deep-cut kurti to show some cleavage and pushed up my milky white breasts a little. I was so nervous since it was the first time I had tried to make a move on a man. My mother-in-law was sitting just behind the door.
He returned and did notice the cleavage but wasn’t surprised. I thought a hunk like himself might have a lot of girls crazy for him. But I was very different than the girls he might’ve dated. I was a beautiful and sexy married Hindu woman, 4 years older than him.
I was sitting dressed in a hot Patiala kurti salwar, showing my cleavage, and making a move. It was very new for me, and here he was, not even taking note of it. It made me angry and hornier since he was hard to get. He sat on his chair and examined my knee by pressing it from different points.
I was getting hornier with every single touch. He pressed near the point of injury, to which I left a soft moan. That single moan could’ve aroused other men to devour me, but not him. I told him it pains here. He asked me to lie on his cabin bed to get a better grip on my knee.
He held my leg and pressed a few points on my knee while moving my leg. I was trying to look at his pants while lying on his bed. I was shocked to see his bulge. At that moment, I knew I’d aroused him, maybe just a little, but I did it right.
He asked me to turn around for knee adjustments, which gave him a nice view of my ass. I pushed my ass upwards to arouse him even more, to which I saw his bulge grow. I was getting wet there lying on his bed, thinking about his cock.
Even he couldn’t control himself after seeing that big ass. He started giving me hard adjustments, rubbing my knee upwards and massaging my thighs to relieve the pain. To top it all off, my mother-in-law called aloud from outside to tell me she was leaving to make lunch. She asked me to come when I was done.