Widow’s sexual journey in Bangalore

Hi, guys, my name is Vicky. I am a well-built guy from Bangalore and I am gonna share one of my sexual experiences here. It happened when I was just 24 years old.

My mom had a friend named Sumitha. Her husband had died years ago and she was a widow. She worked with my mom and I usually went to her apartment to drop off my mom.

Sumitha was just 34 years old when this happened. After her husband died, all of her friends told her to find someone new but she was old-fashioned. She didn’t want anyone else touching her. She was fair skinned and was a little chubby. But she was chubby in the right areas.

Sumitha and I were good friends and we used to talk a lot. I used to discuss things about my relationships with her and she was always a good listener.

One day my mom asked me to pick up her purse that she had left in Sumitha’s apartment. Since she was my mother’s best friend, there were spare keys to her apartment with us. I, thinking that she had gone to the office, went to Sumitha’s apartment and opened the locks. I found the purse on the table and when I went to get it, I heard a muffled sound from the adjacent room. What I saw in there made my dick stand up in a salute.

There she was. My mom’s best friend – a woman who is almost twice my age – lying on the bed pleasuring herself! Her nightie was pulled up to her knees. She was facing the wall with her head towards me. Her eyes were closed as she moved her fingers. Her whole body was moving rhythmically.

Suddenly, she sensed a presence in the room. She jumped up and saw me. Her face showed a mixture of fear and embarrassment.

I decided to play the role of the mature man. I kept my cool as if it was a normal sight for me.

“I am sorry, Sumitha. I shouldn’t have barged in like this. Sorry for intruding.”

I immediately closed the door and walked out.

“Wait, Vicky!”, she cried. I went back in and found Sumitha sobbing. I acted surprised and asked her what was wrong.
“Please don’t tell anyone about this.. Please..”, she sobbed.

“What?! No of course not! What kind of man do you think I am?”
“I am so sorry, Vicky. I am not a bad person and I was just trying something new. I am not a vile woman”. She sobbed and stuttered like a teenager discovered by her parents.

I went close to her and sat on the bed.

“Sumitha, you don’t have to explain anything to me. I don’t think you are vile. This is natural. This is something everyone does. You don’t have to be embarrassed or feel guilty.”
“But.. Oh god, you must think that I am a slut or a whore”.

“Of course not, Sumitha. This is something that every person does. I do this. Almost every man and women on this earth does it. You have been alone for a long time. It’s okay. You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” I said holding her hands.

She looked at me with admiration. She was in awe. This wasn’t the reaction she was expecting. She suddenly looked down and saw my boner through my pants. I understood that and immediately got up.

“Anyway, I should leave. And you should uh… enjoy”, I said with a naughty smile as I walked back. Sumitha had a shy smile on her face.

Please wait…

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