Hi Readers,
This is my first story. Hope you enjoy it, and please do feel free to let me know what you think.
My name is Chandini and I am an ordinary IT professional. I am 40 years old, married and a mother of two. I have a good figure with heavy rounded breasts, about 36’ in size. I have a bigger ass, especially as I had put on weight recently. I also have a small paunch which shows my tyre a bit more than what I would like in my midriff. On the whole with a nice face, I attract men a bit, I think, not a head turner by any standards. Anyway, this story is not about men seeing me…
My husband is a well bult man of 46 years and very enterprising, doing his own business. Recently the business was not doing that well, but we were happy, my salary did take care of majority of the household expenses. Our social life was good and our sexual life was not bad either.
Now, there I will have to tell you that, what constitutes a great sexual life I don’t know. I am a bit shy in discussing it with friends. We have regular sex, about 2 times at least a week, whenever we can get our children to stay away. But that sexual act consists of about 10 minutes on the whole with basic foreplay and a simple penetrative sex, mostly missionary. My husband wants to try and experiment but it’s me who stops that most of the time.
I have not had a penetrative orgasm, but many women may not have either. I am not at all unhappy about it. He gets me to orgasm from oral cunnilingus, which he does well and sometime through fingering. But somewhere along, this sexual act is getting quite ordinary. And so, I fear, it might fade out soon. Life otherwise is happy and I have no intention of cheating.
But what I am going to narrate is where I faltered first and that changed a lot of things. It was in a way an unexpected ending to a normal day. And a cheating that I enjoyed.
We had an old school friends get together. I travelled alone to another town to attend that, leaving my kids at home. My husband would look after them. It had happened once or twice, and they are all fine with it. Also, I would be away for one night and two days only.
The first day of the event went well, with programs, meet ups, few jokes and good food. About these friends I have to tell that, most of us are regularly in touch, as it happens these days in WhatsApp groups. There have been one or two simple romances long ago but nothing had been serious. Most of us remain good cheerful friends.
Later in the evening me and one of the girls, Jessy, were together with three of the boys, men now. Similar to us, other small mini groups dispersed around and went different ways. We were all set to meet at dinner later, at the hotel where we were staying.
Since this was a school get-together, it was a unanimous decision not to have alcohol. But of course, as it happens, some of it took place on the sly. The five of us who got together stayed back in one of the men’s room. We chatted about old times and current affairs for some time. We then played few rounds of cards. Ordered few snacks and juice and had them too.
Then two of the boys went out for a meet up with one of their present gang staying in that town. They said they would be a bit late, promising in time to reach for dinner. Now, as regards to the sex story, the beginning was here. Jessy, being an online teacher, tutor, had to take a call that she couldn’t avoid. Soon, she was called to take an emergency class for one hour or so. It left me and Sugeeth in the room.
Sugeeth once upon a time was a sports man and used to play some kind of sports, I don’t remember what. But now in that body that sports part does not show at all. He is fat, about 90 kg at least in weight. One could say, he is bordering on the overweight. He works as an analyst for a European company and he and his family stays in Dubai.
Both of us do connect occasionally on social media, and once recently had even met and spoken directly. Now, in that room, with just the two of us, we started talking also about our personal life. Mainly with regard to business and work.
Sugeeth hadn’t met my husband in person, but once during an earlier trip to this town for a friend’s wedding I had met Sugeet’s wife. She is a beautiful woman, who maintains a very good figure as well. She works in an IT company in the travel department and so travels a lot out of Dubai.
They are very well off and is in the high-flying bracket of life style.
Then, somewhere along this personal talk, the subject became about sex as well. He asked about my life, how my husband treats me etc. and then about our sex life. And I answered honestly, about the whole act being ok, but nothing out of the world.
We were sitting close by on the sofa, and not on the hotel bed. And suddenly, somehow that subject bought a small change in the whole atmosphere. That change, I feel, generally happens, when man and woman get too personal in their talk, they also begin to get aroused.
I was wearing a kurthi and jeans. It was not exposing any part of my body, but since I had big breasts, it was evident that it showed the round size of it fully. He was in a mundu (white Dhoti) and shirt. I teased him about his wife’s beauty and said, probably they would be having a great time in bed. But then he answered in the negative, and became sentimental.
Like I wrote earlier, the men had a bit to drink on the sly, I am sure. The emotional bit comes out more through alcohol. I was not that ready to open about my sexual life, but Sugeeth did this. He opened up, and to my shock he also said that their sex life is nearly extinct. Not because of lack of time, but some other trivial matters. And, it seems, he is unable to get excited with her. I tried to console him saying he should try more and it will work out. After all part of it, it’s in the mind. He said then, “she is of the opinion that I am not that good looking as well”, and somewhere along he began to cry.
Maybe it was the room, maybe it was talking about arousals and all, I don’t know what, I sat close to him and tried to console him. Rubbed his tears. When a man cries in front of you, it is a very interesting sight, somehow, we women forget about other things and try to console physically as well. It happened with me anyway. As I rubbed his tears and we stayed close he brushed his lips to mine with a slight touch. Immediately, after which he said sorry.
But I didn’t push him away, as I should’ve done. We looked at each other, and I then, ideally should have excused myself and gone back to my room and wait for everyone to join. But carnal instincts somewhere take over, and as mere mortals, we start thinking not with our heads but with our hearts, and men probably with their penises!
I kissed him back, slowly at first, harsher after, and it was a nice rough kiss. He had soft round cheeks as well, I caught hold of his face in my hands and kissed deep. I closed my eyes to savor that moment. He kissed back, hungrily as men do. And probably, I thought, Sugeeth was telling the truth about him being away from sex. My mind somewhere was nearly telling to stop it. Then I also thought, we will finish it with the kiss only, nothing more.
But what happened next, was probably that changed the whole scenario. While kissing, with his lips on mine, he moved his hands downwards, naturally towards my breasts. I have to tell you, I have a small weakness regarding my breast and nipples, I feel most aroused there. He squeezed it through the fabric.
As our lips were together and we continued our animated kissing, he removed my kurti with a simplest flowing movement. Of course, I helped him slightly to let us break the connection in the kiss, and went back to the lip lock, once the garment went over the head. Next, he got rid of my brassiere, showing an expertise that I had never seen in my husband.
My husband takes so long to remove the hook that I do it myself!! But here, it was gone in seconds. As we broke the kiss, panting and aroused, only then did I realize, that I am sitting topless. My heavy round big breasts completely loose and free, and waiting to be groped. I laughed a bit in surprise, seeing Sugeet’s expertise in that area.
I was naked from bottom up and he was naked from bottom down, he had removed his mundu (dhoti) and his underwear very quickly. My laughter stopped seeing what he had there underneath. His penis was large, it had grown in size and was still growing. It looked rough and dark and round, with a bushy dark hair around it. It was big. And I closed my mouth with my hands seeing the whole situation, rather than other way round.
I should have covered my breasts and gotten up, telling him that it’s enough. But I let that part remain open and in full view and closed my mouth from making any noise. He didn’t wait further, he went down straight for the nipple, sucked my breast first, and then put his mouth to the nipple. It was growing hard and erect, and even though I try to say, ‘stop… please… no…’ it didn’t matter by then. It wouldn’t have also, as Sugeeth was let loose. He himself pleaded showing me his own manhood and said, “please… not now… I don’t think, even if could stop, this monster may not”
Hearing him use that term, ‘monster’, I smiled and then we began, there was no stopping us. We sat in that couch and I caught hold of his dick in my hands, and I have to say, it was wonderful, rough and slippery. He just jumped in to the act, kissing my shoulder, cleavage and then my breast, licking my nipple, same time, he also soon removed my jeans and my panties. Within no time, I was naked and he got up, pushed me into a half lying position on the sofa, and came on top. He touched my vagina with his fingers, fingered it for a minute and then pushed his hard on and entered. I didn’t need any lubricant; I was already wet.
What happened next was even more shocking. I shouted, as I had never felt a penetrative impact like this in my 14 years of marriage and sex life. I had felt it occasionally, rarely, but not this way… and he understood it, looking at my face, and he asked, “haven’t you felt it before?’ without answering him to that, I closed his mouth with a kiss and thrusted my ass upwards to take that monster completely inside. It went so deep that I nearly chocked in ecstasy.
Sugeeth then started the fucking. He just rammed into it, it was stunning to say the least, and I let myself be fucked. I didn’t think of anything else; nothing would’ve stopped him anyway. He went on fucking, in out in out in a stunning rhythm. And, I in that movement, also started making noises I have never made before. The oohs and aahs and the moans, all from deep inside the throat.
We were locked in a sexual tangle of a different plane. He held on to my buttocks, from below, lifted and pounded my vagina, it went on for a good time. My husband never lasts so long. This was some fucking and I was submerged in a different haven. And I could sense an orgasm coming… something very drastic and big.
Sugeeth asked me whether he should pull out and I said “no… finish it…give your all… I am enjoying it too much to stop now!”. The climax came and we exploded like a bomb! And I fell back on that sofa, exhausted, drained, wet and ravished. Sugeeth fell off to the side, panting, bringing his heavy body, with all that fat to a normal speed.
We sat for few minutes, to let it all sink in. And, as he got up first, I stopped him and went first to the bathroom.
I washed his cum off, and my wetness too. I looked at myself in the mirror and that is where the reality hit. I have never ever imagined that I might cheat my husband for sex. I thought of what I had just done, and I felt sad but then another realization hit me and I felt sadder. These tears were not really of guilt, but of wanting more. I realized with a shock. This has been a stunning sexual feat that I had and I wanted it once more, now!!!
I looked around and found a large towel that we get in hotel rooms. I wrapped it around myself. It covered my breasts slightly, showed the cleavage, but below, it came only just above my thighs. I went outside, and sat on the bed this time. Sugeeth went to the bath room, and came out few minutes later. Since I had taken the towel, he didn’t have a towel to cover himself. His dress was also lying on the floor near the sofa, beside my own. I started to cry this time, and seeing me cry, Sugeeth felt terrible and very tense.
He sat beside me and said, ‘Sorry’… I didn’t know what happened’. I put my hand slowly on his thigh and said, “you told me that your wife does not want sex… you hadn’t performed at all with her, she is unhappy”, and slowly I moved my hands from his thighs towards his penis.
“This monster does not get up is what you said…” as I touched it, it reacted with a small stir. He smiled and sheepishly said, “Really… I promise, it is true, this bugger won’t get this big with my wife. In fact, it has never got this big anytime, ever”. And I slowly, playfully, started touching it further, and it started to rise, to get hard.” Will it get big again?” “What?” he was shocked, when he asked that. I said, “I am sad, not because this has happened, I am sad because I want more of it”
Sugeet’s face changed, he became so happy hearing that… ‘wow’, he said… and I pushed him slowly on to the bed. He was lying down, looking up at me in anticipation, and I removed my towel and we were naked again, completely. I slowly rubbed my hands over his chest, lot of fat, a bit rounded small mount and I fingered his puckered nipples. His was not a lean body, it was fat, but it was soft, it was fun to play with. I bend over and kissed his nipple, licked it and bit it. He released a moan from deep inside his throat, I know he was enjoying it. Same time, with my one hand I fingered the other nipple and with my other hand I let it travel down to his manhood and circled it slowly. I then caught hold of his balls and squeezed them softly, and he screamed in pleasure, and his dick rose… it grew big in my hand. It was a full hard on, and I couldn’t cover it completely. Seeing his face, I knew what he wanted, as most men do. He wanted me to go down on him… I wanted it too.
So, before doing it, I told him…
“I will suck it, and we will fuck as well, but I have a condition” … ‘yes’, he replied, with lot of wanting, ‘tell me’.
I told him, “I want to be on top”,
He smiled and said, “of course, sure… but then I have a condition too”, “what” … I asked…
he replied, “I want more foreplay… I want your breast, and nipples, and ass… I want to use my mouth everywhere’.
Both of us laughed… happy… and … we began.
I went down and took his hard on in my mouth. I had done oral and it was something that I enjoyed but this was big, it nearly gagged me, choked me. I sucked and did a full round with a slurping sound. He made larger bigger sounds enjoying it fully. It was growing and he was ready to release, but I didn’t wait for it to release. I pulled out and teased him.
He was nearly begging me to finish. I said no, but before climbing up on top of him, I gave up myself, as promised, to his lips and tongue. Sugeeth took me in his arms first, pressed and played with my breast, kissed and sucked and he went down on all fours towards my thighs, my vagina, he licked it, pushed his tongue, kissed and nearly bit a piece of my ass and then lied down ready for the act, with an erect manhood standing like a flagpole.
I climbed on top, our bodies pressed together, kissed his face, his neck and then sitting entered him from above. It was to say one of the finest feelings I had in my life. I savored it for a moment and then saddled him. I went full force, rode him and fucked him. He fucked back, arching his buttocks upwards. We were locked in animated mating.
He took hold of my breasts and kept kneading them. The whole lovemaking was a ravishing experience. During the act, I remembered a quote somewhere that I read from D H Lawrence, “when a man really fucks you and when the woman comes at the climax, she, the woman can hear cymbals and thunder”, and I heard them, as Lawrence had promised. My orgasm was loud and so was his. We shuddered and I fell down on top of his chest, like a balloon being released of air, after a mind-boggling act of mating.
Once finished, as we lay in each other’s arms, we understood that there was not much time left. We cleaned ourselves and got ready. And before others joined us, I told Sugeeth, ‘it’s good that he is in Dubai and not in the same town, we won’t be seeing each other much”
So, this can stay as a memory, a sweet one. I still cannot believe that he is not making his wife happy. Probably he told me to get himself on, to seduce, who knows… whatever… it is a fantastic memory to cherish.
Hope you all enjoyed it.
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