Hotwife Chapter 3A The Continuation Of My Hotwife s Weekend
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Hi readers, this is my first intimate experience with a woman, and I am as much thrilled as I am afraid as it is not with my wife ;) Readers, please remember that whatever happened has happened at a time when I am still studying my intermediate 15 years ago, and if any fault is there it’s that of my lecturer’s wife who is double my age, already married, but didn’t stop my innocent advances.
Going into the sex story, in my intermediate, while physics is the horror of most students, chemistry is the nightmare in my case (of course, the events related to this story later reversed that and now I’m a B.Sc. chemistry student!). We had a 6 feet tall and thin chemistry lecturer who is very good on the subject but at the same time too fast in his teaching.
I used to struggle understanding or writing those equations. However, as I told about my background, I’m not one from a well-to-do family, short stature (5’4″) and have tanned skin due to heavy exposure to the sun. Hence education is my only way to grow up in life and I worked hard wherever I am. Seeing my hard work, my chemistry sir liked me and offered his support by asking me to come to his home on holidays like Sundays also should I need more revision in chemistry classes. I was happy like a baby and thanked him so many times.
The next week onwards, I started going to his house for tuition and was surprised seeing his big double-deluxe house with a big compound. I stood at the door which was open and all the more stunned with unbelievable costly furniture everywhere. He warmly called me to come inside. I couldn’t thank him enough for his kindness that is such a rich and busy person (he is always with books), he is giving time for me and that too without asking for tuition fee.
As time went on, I became little by little known to his car driver, Ranga, and the maid, Ramya also. Once I was busily doing some chemistry equations in his large spacious well-decorated hall, I asked Ramya to bring some drinking water. (I should mention here that not only was Ramya was having a mind-blowing structure, she always wore tight-fitting half-saris, she was a little mischievous at times.).
There is no one in the hall except me and Ramya. As I returned the empty glass to Ramya after drinking the water, she came close to me, untucked her pallu which is tucked below her lehenga near her navel and wiped the water on the corners of my mouth. I don’t know at that time but it was a nice feeling and I can never forget the aroma of her pallu.
Of course, as her mischief continued – one day, I pounced on her as she was going to breastfeed her baby and showed how mischievous I can be – which I will discuss in the next part ;) :)
I became topper in chemistry in my class very soon. Once I went to my teacher’s house during a festival called Sankranti (Pongal). It’s a great festival in their region, it seems and my teacher forced me to dine with them. That was the first time he called his wife, who mostly stays upstairs, to introduce me to his best student. He called her “Priya”. She was drying her hair, possibly had her hair shower before, and came down with the electric dryer in her hands and a warm smile like an angel that I in the movies only.
Being the wife of a tall man like my lecturer, she is around 5’10”. He introduced her to me as his wife, Priyadarshini, a certified yoga gold-medalist, though she prefers staying at home and continuing yoga as a passion rather than taking any yoga classes owing to her reserved nature.
At that time, she is just a beautiful woman to my eyes, maybe due to my innocent age. But now when I recall, words like attractive, gorgeous, lovely, etc are not enough to describe her. She is very fair, oval face, pointed nose, small dimples in her cheeks and lips that need no lipstick. Her structure reminds that of Gemma Atkinson, strong and curvy at the same time. Her measurements, which I later came to know secretly, are 36D-28-38. The innie navel is deep and enticing.
I greeted her with visibly shaken hand. To my delight, she received my hand with an enthusiastic smile saying her hubby tells a lot about me and my hard work, unlike his other students. I had the best food I can only dream soon after with the couple being very kind. I developed a lot of fondness towards both of them as days passed by. Of course, Priya madam too used to call me innocent boy, which I didn’t like, but I didn’t mind much due to her kindness towards me.
One day, I went as usual to my sir’s house and found his car missing, which means he had gone out of the station to a nearby town, as that is the only time he prefers his car over his Royal Enfield. I was about to leave the house when Priya madam called me loudly. It was then I noticed that the front door was bolted from outside and went near the window.
She was with her usual angelic smile telling me this is the problem with my sir – his absent-mindedness! :) I unbolted the door and for formality, sake went inside thinking to return soon. What met my eyes was a Priya madam with a flowing, thick, long and silky hair wearing a Georgette transparent satin navy blue with yellow design sari on a tight, sleeveless (threaded), low neck matching blouse the sight of which caused my dick to increase its size for the first time in my life.
It’s a strange pleasure I had for the first time. I felt something uncomfortable at the same time and was about to leave saying I came for some subject related queries and would return later. However, she joked if it’s only for my sir that I come for always and I – not understanding that it’s a joke – seriously said sorry and sat in the sofa with the usual comfort I had with her.
She said she is decorating the rooms and asked me to watch my favorite program on the TV while she will join me once the work is finished. As I was watching the TV, their car driver’s son, Ramu (who is roughly the same age as me) came to apologize that his father was sick and couldn’t come. Priya madam said it’s alright and that sir had already left and gone inside to resume her work.
Ramu was a silly and annoying lad who works at a nearby mechanic shop, earning about Rs. 5000/- monthly. He taunts me when no one was around calling me innocent, baby, soft, and other such words which I don’t like (actually I dream of being the opposite). This time has not even chemistry work to do, I decided to confront Ramu about his opinion of me though I am not sure if I will be successful.
To my astonishment, Ramu challenged me to a challenge to prove myself a grown-up. It is that I should kiss Priya madam on her neck and navel!!! Being in a temper at the moment, I quickly accepted the challenge without knowing how. I asked him if everyone including Priya madam – will they stop calling me innocent – if I do the kissing. He said yes. But, as I started to think slowly I was a little afraid and started to think ways by which I must escape.
I got an idea seeing his pocket bulging with cash. I asked him to take out the cash and count. He did accordingly and said it’s Rs. 7000/- but said that it’s not his money alone. I said it’s his problem but for me to kiss Priya madam, he must give me all that money, thinking he will drop from the challenge. After long hesitation, he finally gave me the money and begged at least for a 500 note. I just gave him 100 note and said will return all the money if he drops the challenge. He said he won’t. Now the burden again came to my mind how and what should I do to win the challenge.
As I wondered how to approach Priya madam, being the real soft that I am, I got slightly sweat even in that air-conditioned room. I requested madam if I can take a shower bath as I am more like a family friend by now in my sir’s house. She said yes, and told me where the towel will be in their guest bedroom.
As I removed all my clothes and wrapped my lower half in the towel, she knocked my room saying she forgot about the fruit ice cream she kept aside for me as it’s my favorite. My mouth watered and I opened the door to take the fruit ice cream. As she was giving me the bowl, the ice cream is full, poured out a little and fell on my bare belly. It was very cool. She immediately apologized and cleaned the cream with a napkin. It was then that I a nasty idea came to me and I decided to try my luck.
I told her like a naughty kid that I neither want nor accept her apology. She is in good mood to my luck and asked me what she must do to please me. I said I will also pour the fruit ice cream on her wherever I want. She said okay. I said my revenge is not over. She gave curious, smiling expression. I then continued that just like how she cleaned me with a napkin, I will also clean her but since I don’t have a napkin, I will use my lips. Her eyes became big and for a second my heart stopped thinking she will shout. But to my pleasant surprise, she suddenly burst into laughter and said, “yes sir, as you please”.
To continue in “My sir’s hot wife – 2”. Thanks for reading my sex story.
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