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Ambika – Confessions Of A Middle Aged Indian Housewife – Part II free porn video
I have been overwhelmed by the response to my earlier posting on this site. For those of you to whom I am new, this is Ambika here and you can read about my confessions at my earlier posting on ISS titled “Confessions of a middle aged Indian Housewife” – My Sexual re-awakening.
Many of you have been corresponding with me and requesting for an update. Or another “story”, as some of you call it. Rather than writing individually to many of you I felt better I share with all.
My affair with Shekhar continues. It has both sides – the good and the bad. The good being that Shekhar continues to satisfy my sexual needs and has, indeed, changed me from a docile, ill at ease about sex Indian woman to a very sexually aware woman and made me conscious of my needs and desires.
The bad side is that we meet infrequently as he is in Poona and I am in Bombay.
From a conservative woman who wore only white or skin coloured underwear I now have 2 gorgeous coordinated matching bras and panties – both in lace – one in black and the other in bridal red – Shekhar’s favourite colours. And a pair of fancy black high heeled stilettos. My husband Gopi has never seen these and probably never will. They are in Poona, in a locked bag, in Shekhar’s guesthouse.
Shekhar loves to role-play and I have played many roles for him. From a student who is being punished by the teacher, to a maidservant sweeping the floors and exposing her breasts while doing so, to an older woman seducing a young man.
Shekhar loves to have me dress up in the sexy lingerie with the high heels and he will then touch me all over with his hands, face, lips and tongue and play with my body. He loves foreplay and will do this till I am lusting for him and begging him to fuck me. He will then remove my lingerie and fuck me when I am still wearing the high heels.
He has also taught me to be vocal about my needs and likes me to talk dirty when he is making love to me. I must confess that while I was initially shy about it, it has grown on me and I too love it now.
After he plays with my breasts I push his head lower and beg him to suck my pussy. “Please, please, please lick my wet pussy. Suck my pussy till I come” I beg him. This turns him on tremendously and I can actually see his penis hardening and getting engorged when I talk like this. He loves stroking himself when he goes down on me.
When he fucks me I beg him to fuck me harder and deeper and he loves it. I used to feel a bit ashamed and embarrassed earlier saying these things. But, like I said, it turns him on. And, that turns me on. I love to turn on the man who gave a whole new meaning to my life.
Sometimes, when I cannot meet him for many days or weeks he will phone me up and we have phone sex. I close my room door and strip myself and fondle my breasts and nipples imagining that it is Shekhar doing this to me.
He has my bra, panties and high heels with him and tells me that he is lying nude in the guesthouse and sniffing my bra and panties and licking them. And stroking himself while talking to me.
The very thought excites me and I can visualize him stroking his hard penis as he talks and moans to me.
He then asks me if I can feel his fingers in my pussy and his mouth on my breasts. That’s my signal for me to move one hand down and insert a finger inside my pussy and stroke myself. And feel my large breasts and rub my nipples with the other. If you are wondering, the phone is in the crook of my neck. Not very comfortable – but who cares when I am so hot
When I start getting wet I then slide in a second finger and stroke myself till kingdom comes!
All the while he is telling me all that he is doing to my body and my body is responding to these stimuli.
This is great – but nothing compared to the real thing.
Let me tell you about our last role-play. It left me shell-shocked and I still blush when I think of how turned on I got and how I behaved that day.
He asked me to wear a traditional saree, my boring white bra and pantie and – guess what – all the Indian accessories imaginable. Many, many bangles, that clanged away when I moved my hand, payals on my ankles that clinked away when I moved my feet, toe rings on both my feet and large clunky earrings.. The crowning glories was a huge fake mangalsutra that he got me that was colourful and noisy. And a big red bindi on my forehead!
I had just come back from a nearly 10 day holiday with my family at Dasera and I guess he had missed me and was fantasizing about me being his Durga.
He made me wear all this; then excused himself and went to the bathroom. When he came out all he was wearing was his black briefs. Nothing else. And I could already make out the outlines of his hard cock.
He pushed me against the wall and hugged me hard. Pressed himself against me so that I could feel his throbbing manhood against me.
He then told me; today we talk only in Hindi. Knowing Shekhar, I was totally taken aback. While his language skills are excellent across many languages, including Hindi, he is a English speaking and thinking guy.
He felt me up all over with his hands – every part of my body. Even when I was fully dressed and he was only in his undies.
He turned me against the wall and pressed himself on my backside. I could feel his hard throbbing manhood against me. I wanted him – and I wanted him bad!
But, I knew that he would take his time and get me totally excited and crying for him to enter me.
He then peeled off my saree in the way that they used to in the old Hindi movies – with him peeling it off and me pretending to be modest and holding on it and turning round and round as he peeled off more and more of the saree.
He then pulled me close to him, hugged me and undid my blouse and my petticoat. I was now in my bra and panties.
He kissed me hard and undid my bra and peeled off my panties.
I was in the centre of the room totally naked. No – wrong – not totally naked. I had toe-rings on both my feet, the payals on my ankles that jingled every time I moved, the huge colourful fake mangalsutra dangling around my breast, large clunky, noisy earrings and, of course, the big red bindi on my forehead.
He made me walk around a bit so that all the ornaments were making their sounds. I could see him getting more and more turned on. To be honest, so was I. Was this the same me who used to be so shy and naïve not so long ago. Walking around shamelessly nude in front of another man!
Shekhar pulled me to him and moved his hands all over my body and kissed me again, his tongue deep in my mouth. He then pressed me on the wall, raised my hands up so that the bangles were clinking away and licked my armpits.
He moved down to my large breasts, placed his head inside the huge mangalsutra and began licking and sucking my breasts and nipples. I love it when he does this because it turns me on so much. Besides, he is rough up to the right point; not so rough that it hurts.
He moved down, pausing briefly at my navel went down on his knees and then went for my hairy pussy. How I love that.
He stopped suddenly and looked up at me. I understood what he wanted. “Yes Shekhar, lick and suck me, suck my pussy, I want you to suck me till I scream” I moaned.
“Hindi mein” said Shekhar.
I blushed. I did say all this in Hindi then. I won’t write in that manner as it would make it difficult to read, but I now spoke in Hindi.
Shekhar’s lips, mouth and tongue were deep inside me. Suddenly he placed his hands on my ass and lifted me off my feet and, even while sucking my pussy, made me sit on his shoulders in such a manner that my pussy was on his face, to be more precise on his mouth, and the only support I had was sitting on his shoulders and leaning my back on the wall.
God! I was so turned on that I thrust myself deeper into his face and moaned “Aur choos mujhe, Shekhar, aur choose”.
My hands were now muffling his hair and my legs pressing and kicking his back. The bangles and the payals were jangling away and this turned on both of us even more.
I don’t know how long this went on for, but I came, and came and came – repeatedly, on his face, in his mouth.
I got off him, pulled him up by his chin, pressed him towards me and said “Come inside me, Shekhar, don’t tease me like this” and kissed him hard. I could feel my taste in my mouth. I love doing this.
My left hand held him close to me and my right hand went down and I slipped it into his black briefs and got hold of his penis. It was throbbing and very hard. I pulled it out of the brief and began stroking his penis hard. The bangles on my hand were jangling away as I did this.
I guiding his hard cock towards my pussy and grit my teeth and told Shekhar “Come inside me right now. Fuck me standing up Shekhar. Zor se chod de mujhe”.
Shekhar said, “Not so fast Amby, not so fast. All in good time. Yeh toh shuruat hai”.
The bastard is going to torture me I thought.
“No Shekhar, right now. Mat sata mujhe. You can see how badly I need it” I moaned and squeezed his hard cock and pulled it near my entrance.
He removed my hand from his cock, pulled back and suddenly turned me towards the closet door which had a mirror on it. He pressed me face up against the mirror, pressed into me from the back and said “Apne aap ko dekh Ambiks. You are so fucking sexy!”
My breasts were pressed against the mirror and the cold glass was like ice on my hot nipples. Shekhar raised both my hands so that the bangles jangled away and moved them up over my head. The front of my body was squeezed against the glass. I could see my lovely breasts squeezed in the reflection and my big red bindi was like flame on my forehead.
Shekhar the pulled one of my hands down, behind me and took it to his penis. I could feel it, large and hot, and he made me stroke him. The bangles jangled away.
He took my other hand down and made me stroke myself with my own fingers. The bangles, of course, were jingling even more; and I realized that this was turning him on so much more.
I was so wet that it did not take me long to come. Watching my own expressions in the mirror when I came was a first for me. Shekhar’s eyes were on mine and he whispered to me “What a slut you have become. Look at you. What a sexy slut you have become” All in Hindi.
I could see lust burning away in his eyes. And mine too, when I look at our reflection.
That sight will stay with me forever. My huge breasts pressed against the mirror; my nipples squashed. His body pressing me harder against the mirror. And us looking at each other – acknowledging our mutual lust for each other.
He then took me and threw me down on the bed and lay over me. His body pressed over mine. I could feel his hard, hot cock at the entrance of my pussy and his chest was flattening my breasts.
He rubbed his cock against my pubic hair so that I could feel him at my entrance but did not try to enter me. I nearly came again with desire. And was burning for him to enter me and take me hard!
He then raised himself and took my hands and made them fondle and caress my own breasts even as the bangles jingled away and placed his hard cock between my breasts and made my hands squeeze my breasts and masturbate him with my breasts.
I wanted him inside me; but he had licked me and played with me so much that I had already come many times.
“Let me please him now, I thought.
I moved my hands in such a way that the bangles jingled even more. I caressed my own breasts and made sure that they squeezed his penis hard and rubbed my round globes over every inch of his hard penis.
“Ohhh Ambika” he moaned and thrust his penis hard between my breasts fucking the valley between my breasts like he was fucking me hard. His thumbs rolled over my hard nipples, getting me even me aroused.
I could feel the heat of his penis and looking at his expression knew that he was going to come soon.
“Fuck my breasts harder Shekhar. It feels so good. Come on my face and my breasts” I moaned.
Shekhar placed his hands over my hands and pushed my breasts harder against his penis and now he was moving his hips too and then I felt him come. Sorry, I could see him come. In close up. In action.
His cum came jetting out in long hot spurts over my face and my neck and my breasts. I continued squeezing his monster between my breasts and slowly the flying jets of hot come began subsiding and finally the last of his cum came in spurts like a thick, white string falling from my lips to my breasts.
I licked my lips and could taste his cum on me. I love the taste of cum. And believe it gives me energy and makes me younger!
Shekhar then lovingly spread his cum over my face, neck and breasts and licked it off me. First from my face, then my neck and finally from my breasts. He did it so gently that I was even more turned on.
He then came up and licked my lips. Licked. Not kissed. Licked my lips. And finally kissed me.
He the took a hand towel and wiped my face and neck and breasts and his own penis and lay down. We were sideways facing each other.
He put his face between my breasts and closed his eyes and shuddered.
I felt him fall asleep with his head in my bosom.
I too slowly drifted off and don’t know exactly when I went to sleep.
It must have been after a couple of hours that I got up. Shekhar was still sleeping. I smiled to myself as I thought of our session. How crazy we both were. We are made for each other in one way – we both love making love
I wanted more. I wanted him inside me.
I moved out of his arms and went down. His penis was now soft and tiny. It’s a pity – having crossed 40 both of us were mentally hornier than we had been in our 20’s. But our bodies take longer to react. More so for the man I thought.
Shekhar’s going to need help I decided.
I went down and grasped his flaccid penis in my hand and began stroking it. I then began licking the sides of his penis.
The sensation and the sound of the bangles woke him up.
“Wow! What a way to be woken up!” he whispered.
I stroked his penis harder, making the bangles jingle as much as I could and began licking and sucking his penis.
Slowly it began coming back to life!
His hands were stroking my hair, my face and the sides of my breasts that they could reach.
I could feel the stirring within him as he began to push his hips up against my face and, holding my head down, began thrusting his penis inside my mouth.
I wanted him hard again and let him think he was controlling the situation.
“Yes Amby. Suck me. Suck me harder. I want to cum in your mouth” he said and fucked my mouth even harder.
When I was sure his cock was hard – not as hard as before – but enough to serve the purpose – I moved my face off and said “My way now, Shekhar. My way now”.
I moved up and still holding his penis hard, moved up so that I was astride him. I held his penis hard and guided my pussy over it and made him enter me. Slowly at first and then I thrust myself hard to get him fully inside me.
Wow! What a feeling!
“It’s my cock now Shekhar and I am going to fuck your pussy hard. I am going to fuck you harder than you have ever been fucked before” I hissed at him.
The surprise in his eyes turned me on even more.
“It’s my cock and I am fucking you” I repeated in a guttural voice.
I began thrusting my hips hard and began fucking him hard. I really felt at that time that the penis was an extension of me and that I was fucking him hard, like a man fucks a woman,
“Can you feel me Shekhar? Can you feel me? I am deep inside you and I am going to fuck you harder and deeper than you have ever been fucked before” I said in a husky voice.
“Chod mujhe. Aur zor se chod” moaned Shekhar.
I don’t know what came over me and I began riding him hard. Harder than ever before.
My big breasts were moving in tandem and I could see Shekhar staring at them. No. Not only at them, but at the grotesque fake mangalsutra that was flying from my breast to his face and back with each thrust of mine.
Shekhar caught the mangalsutra, and placing it over my breasts began squeezing my breasts hard.
My hair was loose and flying. I wondered what I looked like – especially with the big red bindi on my forehead.
I could feel myself cuming and hissed “I am going to cum inside you Shekhar. I am cuming. I am cuming”.
My orgasm was intense and in waves. Though it must have lasted only a few minutes, it felt like forever.
When I was finished I was moaning.
Shekhar was still inside and still hard. He had not come. The bastard was controlling himself.
“I want my cock back Ambika. I want my cock back” he suddenly snarled.
He then turned me around and came on top of me and entered me hard. “Ab meri bari Ambika. Ab main tujhe chodunga. Mera cock ke saath”.
Oh God. He was so turned on that his cock was now hard again and deep inside me. I put my legs over his back and the payals were jingling away. Shekhar took my hands and held them away from my body, moving them roughly so that the bangles were clinking away.
He suddenly pulled out his penis till the entrance and thrust in harder. And deeper.
“My cock is back with me and is going to punish you”.
“Can you feel me Ambika. Can you feel me? I am deep inside you and I am going to fuck you harder and deeper than you have ever been fucked before” he said copying what I had said a while back.
“Yes Shekhar. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. You bastard. Fuck me hard” I moaned. I was beyond control. All I could feel was his penis thrusting inside me – harder and harder. Deeper and deeper.
My hips thrust up against him and Shekhar’s strokes were getting shorter but more powerful.
Shekhar bent down lower so that his body was now on mine. His face came over my breasts and he kissed them hard, moved up and kissed me. His hands were holding my hands spread out away from me.
He was now making animal grunts as he fucked me.
“Ready Ambika” he asked.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” I hissed. “Chod mujhe zor se. Fuck me hard”.
It was perfect. Both of us came together and my body shuddered under his.
His strokes gradually slowed down and he lay over me shuddering himself.
We did not speak. Both of us were breathless. And what could we say at this moment after one of our best sessions ever!
Finally, I looked at my watch and came to my senses. It was past 3 in the afternoon. Unless I left soon, I would not be back home before Gopi got in.
The good thing about Shekhar and me is that we do not get emotional. Both of us lust for each other but have our families whom we love (in a different way) to go back to.
“That was great Shekhar. Thank You.” I said as I was leaving.
“Thank You Amby. You are awesome, Out of this world. Kissi aur duniya se ho tum” Shekar was still in his fooling around mood.
I had quickly washed up and not had a shower. During the 3 hour ride back to Bombay I could still feel a little of Shekhar inside me.
I don’t know whether I am turning into a nymphomaniac or whether it happened to others too. The more I get of sex, the more I need it. Maybe it’s only because I got so little of it for the last 20 years.
Had there been a good looking interesting man sitting next to me I would probably have let him discreetly feel me up. I was still horny thinking about what we had done. I could masturbate myself a million times thinking of this experience!
But, just my luck, I had a fat lady next to me who was bulging out of her seat into mine. And the bus was full.
I got home, had a shower, and got dinner ready. Just in time.
After dinner when I was changing into my night dress I decided not to wear my bra as my breasts had been fondled so much that I felt I should give them some freedom tonight.
It was the first time in my life that I was in my nightdress without a bra.
“You must have had a relaxed day today Ambika” said Gopi. You are looking so relaxed and rested.
If only he knew I thought to myself.
“I wish you would not work so hard and relax too” I said and, out of affection, hugged him gently. Gopi hugged me back and I knew from this signal that this was one of those rare occasions when he wanted to make love.
Well. It would be different from the way Shekhar and me had done it. But, I was game. Besides, Gopi is my husband and it’s my duty to keep him happy.
I have described Gopi’s style in my earlier confession. My nightdress is a front opener. He opens the front, pulls my bra up, sucks my breasts for a minute of so, I peel my panties off, he unbuttons his boxers, and without even removing them, enters me. The whole act usually lasts a few minutes. Then he jumps off me and goes to wash himself. Comes back, turns his back and either reads for a while, or goes to sleep.
That’s how mechanical it is with Gopi. My man, my husband of 20 plus years.
Well. Today was slightly different.
When Gopi opened the front of my night dress he was shocked when he saw that I was not wearing a bra.
“I read that you should keep them free at night. Reduces the risk of breast cancer” I said saying the first thing that came to my head. Otherwise, Gopi, who is very conservative would wonder why and think I am dressing like a whore, as he calls it.
Gopi seemed satisfied with the answer. But I noticed that he was sucking my breasts longer than the usual minute. In fact he was not only kissing and sucking them longer but actually fondling them. Something he had never done since our first child was born. This was over 18 years back.
What had come over Gopi I thought and then realized that he was seeing and feeling my full breasts after so many years and it was turning him on.
I love my husband and, if I am having an affair with Shekhar, one of the main reasons, besides my own lust, is that Gopi is probably the most boring lover in the world.
For the first time in my life it occurred to me that, possibly, I was to blame to. I had passively accepted his lack of interest in sex. I had never really made an honest attempt to turn him on.
Maybe he too perceived me to be uninterested in sex and got embarrassed to make an overture on his own initiative.
So many thoughts suddenly came to my mind!
But, maybe, just maybe, I could begin changing that I thought.
Not too fast Ambika I warned myself. Not too fast. Or else he will get scared away.
A lifetime of habits and beliefs do not vanish or change overnight!
I placed my hands over his head and face and whispered “I love you Gopi. I love you”
Gopi was caressing and kissing my breasts. It was now nearly 4 – 5 minutes. His longest session ever.
He moaned and whispered, “Your breasts are so beautiful Ambika. So beautiful. And, like a fool, I haven’t felt them or sucked them for so many years”
“They are all yours Gopi. Only yours” I whispered. “I love you Gopi”.
He licked my breasts even harder and sucked on my nipples. He was hard on them and would require training!
His hand was pressing my other breast like a rubber ball.
Still, it was exciting and I was thrilled that I had managed to excite Gopi.
Gopi then came back to his usual way and entered me and it was all over soon.
After he went to sleep, I fingered myself to an intense orgasm and thought that it was a new beginning.
I realized that Gopi would never go down on me or let me suck his penis. That was still unbelievable. But, I had a duty to him. To get him also to unwind, relax and start enjoying sex before we got too old to do it.
Slowly, Amby, slowly I thought to myself. Now you know that your breasts turn him on. Well, that’s a start.
And, so begins a new chapter in my life.
Finally, I have got this second confession over with. I am surprised with myself that I can actually write what I feel. I have never been very good at expressing myself in the past.
It just shows what self confidence can to one. Ever since I met Shekhar and re-discovered myself I am a different person. Physically, I look better than I have in the past 10 years; mentally I feel I am stronger. Emotionally, I still get guilt pangs about cheating on my husband. But am learning to handle it and live with it.
I would also like to thank some of you readers for sharing your own experiences with me – especially the few women who write to me. And a few of the men too. I feel less guilty when you share your experiences with me and it goes a long way in helping me deal with myself.
You can write to me at
I don’t promise to reply to everyone. I tried that in the beginning after my first confession and realized that it’s impossible. But, if you are interesting I promise you that I will respond.
I also have a request. I told Shekhar that I have posted our experiences on ISS. He refuses to believe it. In some ways, he still thinks that I am the same old Ambika he met some months back.
He then tried to locate the story but could not. And, neither could I. I had posted the story in September 2009 – ISS titled “Confessions of a middle aged Indian Housewife” – My Sexual re-awakening.
If you can locate it please do email me the URL link. Otherwise, Shekhar simply thinks I am making this up.
I promise that I shall reply in detail to the first person who send me the link.
I am happy today. I love my sex with Shekhar. And, am excited that Gopi is showing signs of change. It will be a pleasure to get to know this side of Gopi. Though I realize that I will have to be careful and not take too many liberties with Gopi. He still is a prude and thinks sex can be dirty.
When I have something new to share, I’ll pen it down. I am beginning to enjoy this actually!
Till the, take care. And have fun. And enjoy life.
As Shekhar says, we only live once!
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