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I am a middle aged married housewife and turned 43 a few months back. I had an arranged marriage when I was 23 and, before this story starts, had made love only to one man – my husband – all my life. Before marriage my college mate Sunil had kissed me and fondled my breasts a few times. That’s it. I was totally naïve about sex and, frankly, did not have any lust as I never knew how much fun sex could be. I grew up in Poona and had an arranged marriage with Gopi and moved to Bombay thereafter. The initial days and months were fantastic. I came from a conservative family and, with my limited experience, I was thrilled when Gopi touched me, sucked my breasts a little bit and made love to me. I had read and heard of oral sex and once, in the heat of the moment, had stroked Gopi’s penis and put my mouth to it. Gopi pulled away in panic and his penis actually shrank. “What are you doing?” he was shocked. That happens only in blue films and whores do it. Decent people like us do not do such filthy things. I was ashamed of myself and apologized. It was more than a month after that that we made love again. Like I said, I was naïve, knew nothing and was more than satisfied. The world changed over a period of time, India moved on, the internet came in and I got to understand that sex could be more exciting. But – only in theory. I have two children – a boy and a girl – and they both recently moved out to study further.

My life changed in Feb 2009.

My Junior College batch completed 25 years of passing out and a few enthusiastic people arranged for a grand bash. With the internet and Face book that was not too difficult. In March this year, our re-union was organized. Nearly 60 of us, most of whom had even forgotten the names of the others planned to get together in Poona at the Club. No spouses, only us, as many felt that spouses and children would make it difficult for us to break the ice. To cut a long story short – I was looking forward to seeing Sunil again. Out of curiosity. He was the first guy – and the only guy besides my husband Gopi – who had ever touched me. The evening arrived. I had taken a Volvo bus to Poona and checked into a nice hotel. I dressed up in a bold (by my standards) black sari, made myself up and was all excited. I entered the party and my eyes were all around looking for Sunil. I had never really kept in touch with my batchmates and felt like a stranger for a few minutes. But soon saw familiar faces and started ‘catching up’. Suddenly, someone tapped me on my shoulder and said “Hi”. I turned around to see an almost bald, paunchy guy leering at me. He had obviously had a drink too many and was lurching away. It was Sunil. To say that I was startled would be an understatement. He was just simply too gross. He tried his best to be around me. I was polite to him and, as soon as I could, moved away. I picked up my second glass of white wine (I rarely drink – one or two glasses are my limit) and stood to the side, enjoying watching people, some of whom I had known closely once upon a time. But who were all strangers now. Being an observer can be fun! Besides, that was me – a shy introverted person. “Hello Ambika” a deep cultured voice said behind me. I turned around to see a tall, well built guy, wearing glasses smiling at me. He was well dressed without being flashy and carried himself well. He had flecks of grey around his temples and sideburns and otherwise looked younger and fitter than most of us. “Looks like againg suits you at least. You look lovelier than you did in college. 3 guesses – bet you don’t recognize me” he said. I was totally be-puzzled! I just could not recognize him. He was not the kind of guy you would forget easily – so I was wondering how to respond. “Let me make it easier for you” he smiled. “Remember the chap who used to sit on the second last row on the left hand side and always stared at you?” “I’m sorry – No.” I said. “Ok – no more guessing games – I’m Shekhar” he stated. Shekhar – Shekhar – for the life of me it did not ring a bell. And, I told him so, rather hesitantly, not wanting to make him feel bad. “I don’t blame you” he smiled. “’I’ve always been like that. A back room guy”. We got talking and his memory came back to me. A quiet boy. Almost wimpish in school. Who had an obvious crush on me. Not that it had mattered to me at all at that time. I looked at him again. Hmmm – what a change. Rather like a male version of the ugly duck turning into a swan – more attractive than most of the men around. Tall, well built, wearing glasses that made him look distinguished and with a cultured air about him. What I liked the most was his voice and tone. Very cultured, polite and dignified. And his command of the language, both English and Hindi, was awesome. We got talking and he wanted to refresh his drink. He enquired whether I would like another and I said no, thank you. He came back with 2 glasses of something tall with a twist of lime on top. “Try one of mine” he said. “What’s this?” I asked. “My favourite – a vodka tonic” he said – “Try it out. If you don’t like it you can always leave it aside” I took a sip. Mnnn – bitter – sweet – a different taste. I could go on about the get together. But that has no bearing to my story – so I will skip that. There was no denying the mutual attraction between both of us. I caught him several times glancing at my eyes, my face, my lips and my breasts. To be honest it felt good. I was middle aged, had crossed 40, and it had been a long time since an attractive male had looked at me in this manner. Besides I was a bit tipsy. Having had more than I normally drink. Once or twice I caught his eyes on my cleavage. I have always been proud of my breasts. They are whole and fulsome and, despite 2 kids, had not lost their shape or support. I blushed. I too was attracted to him and I guess it showed. He had a wonderful way of putting things and I could not help loving his sense of humour. I had not laughed so much for such a long time. Or felt so good in general, or about myself in particular. It’s remarkable what a few sincere praises can do to one’s feeling of well being. Quite often his elbows brushed against my body and it felt good. When we sat for dinner his knees were touching the side of my thighs. I felt an electric shock go through me. But I did not move my legs away. Slowly his position changed and the sides of his thighs were now brushing the sides of my thighs. This was the first time that another male was showering this kind of attention on me. I felt a heat in my body and did not try to move away. The pressure of his body against mine increased and it felt wonderful. My napkin fell to the floor and as I bent down to recover it the pallu of my sari dropped. I looked up to see his eyes feasting on my breasts. I felt a flush cross my face. Was this really me behaving like this? He got me a fresh napkin and as he handed it over to me our fingers brushed. I was feeling like a schoolgirl getting wooed for the first time. I loved the attention he was lavishing on me and felt good that he was obviously so attracted to me. When we were winding up he offered to drop me to my hotel and, as I had no transport, I agreed. The drive was nice. I was a bit high, never having had so much to drink, and was enjoying the attention he was showering on me. After a long time I felt wanted. Felt attractive. And felt like a woman. No one ever – after Sunil – had made me feel attractive ever. Not even Gopi. And here was Shekhar who was funny, could make me laugh and I was feeling so much younger and almost back in my college days. Not to forget that he was an extremely attractive man. We reached my hotel and he gave the car to valet parking and said “How about one for the road?” I said sure. But it was past one and the bar was shut. The Coffee Shop too had stopped serving alcohol. I remembered that my room had a mini bar. And mentioned it to Shekhar. “I’d love to – if you are fine with it” he said. To say that I was a bit high would be an understatement. I was high – on the booze – and charged up. I was feeling gooooood! While entering the lift I suddenly realized what I was doing. I was inviting another man to my room – I was so high that it had never occurred to me. Too late to change my mind. Besides, the idea had been mine and I would look foolish to change my mind now. And I knew myself – nothing was going to happen. We entered the room and the same room that had seemed so spacious a few hours back now seemed restricted. I was high and suddenly getting nervous. “Relax Ambika” I heard Shekhar saying as he opened the minibar and poured us a fresh drink each. We cheered each other and suddenly he took my glass and kept it on the table and said “I would like you to be in your senses before we do anything.” “Anything like what” I asked. Shekhar stood up, pulled me up, pressed me against the wall and suddenly kissed me. To say that he kissed me is an understatement. I had never ever been kissed like this before. His lips were on mine and his tongue was in my mouth kicking and sucking my tongue. Even as he kissed me deep and hard he pressed his body against mine. My breasts were crushed against his firm chest and I could feel the hardness of his penis against my body. My mind was churning. This was the first time after marriage that another male had kissed and touched me. What I was doing was wrong. But it felt so good. My mind was saying no, stop it right now Ambika before you go too far. But my body was betraying me. I felt my arms go around him and press him closer to me. I never knew a kiss could be like this and let him take the lead. His tongue was exploring my mouth and my lips were on fire. I felt him pressing himself harder against me. He broke the kiss to let me grab some air and licked my face, my throat and my ears. His tongue in my ears was tingling and I was actually getting wet. Neither of us said a word. He must have kissed me for 10 minutes or more. My pallu had dropped down and I felt his hands on the sides of my breasts. He stroked them gently and moved his right hand to cup my left breast. I could feel him gauging the size and the shape through the blouse. His thumb was searching for my nipple and he rubbed it hard on my erect nipple. I moaned and broke the kiss. His left hand had moved to my thighs and he was now feeling and squeezing both my breasts with his right hand. His lips moved down to my throat. He kissed my throat and slowly his lips moved to my cleavage. My breasts, always big, had now grown bigger and blood engorged my nipples. I could feel my breasts wanting to burst out of their bra and blouse. “Oh Shekhar! What are we doing? I am a married woman. This is not right” I moaned. But did not push him away or tell him to stop. “Yes. I know Ambika. So am I. A married man; not a woman. Ha ha. But you are so beautiful and impossible to resist. I can’t help myself” he moaned. My sari had got unraveled and I was now in my petticoat and blouse still pressed against the wall. His face moved to my breast and he kept it in the centre of my cleavage and pushed both my breasts against his face. He rubbed his face on my breasts and it felt wonderful. My blouse was a front opener and I could feel his fingers opening them. The next thing I knew my blouse was wide open and only my bra separated my breasts from his face and hands. My breasts had engorged and were fighting to get out of the confines of the bra. Shekhar lifted me and placed me on the bed. He was caressing my breasts through the bra and it felt simply wonderful. The bra too was a front opener and as he undid the clasp my breasts poured out. I was still in the bra and the blouse, but now both were wide open and my full breasts were spilling out. “Oh my God” I heard him moan and I felt his mouth on my left breast. He licked the full body of the right breast in concentric circles till his tongue was on my nipple. His other hand was making love to my left breast. I felt his lips close around my nipple and he sucked the nipple. It was my turn to groan “Oh Shekhar, Oh Ohhhh” He was sucking my breast now and his right hand was caressing my other breast even as his thumb was rubbing the nipple hard. My husband does kiss my breasts when we make love, which is very rare. But, even when we were newly married he had never ever caressed my breasts like this. “Oh. I don’t want the twin to feel left out” Shekhar whispered and moved his mouth to my left breast and his hand to other hand to my right breast. I was on fire. Shekhar alternated between my breasts and, every once in a while, would move his face between my breasts and push them against his face so that he was engulfed in my bosom. “Your breasts are wonderful Ambika” he moaned. “The best in the world. They are so full and despite that are so firm. Wow”. “That’s because they have never been used like this before” I whispered. Besides being sexually charged up I was feeling good with his compliments. Like I said earlier, no one had ever as much as told me before that I looked good. I lost track of time and my arms were around Shekhar and I was kissing the top of his head and letting him make love to my breasts. He came up several times and kissed me and I reciprocated. It’s funny how fast one can learn. I was now kissing him back with equal fervor; my tongue is his mouth and my lips on his lips. I felt him move downwards and his lips were in my navel. This was first for me and, thought it felt ticklish initially, I savoured it. Even as he was kissing me there, his face was rubbing my belly and his hands were back on my breasts. I felt him go lower and slowly with his teeth he pulled the cord of my petticoat apart. He pulled the petticoat down and I felt his lips on my thighs. His lips and then his tongue. I was on fire now. He slowly kissed and licked each leg down to the toes and then back again to my thighs. Just below my pantie line. I felt him move up and his face was on my panties. Rubbing his face gently against my pussy. I had come so many times that I was sure that my pantie was soaking wet with my juices. I had never had a man going down on me and the thought both excited and frightened me. I knew that Shekhar was not going to stop at this and would proceed to remove my panties and suck me there. I was torn in two minds. One the one hand I wanted to experience this unknown pleasure and on the other my years of conditioning were telling me that it was dirty and not done. “No Shekhar, No” I moaned. “It’s dirty. Besides I’ve not washed myself”. I knew I was making excuses. “It’s not dirty. It’s perfectly normal. And I love to taste my woman in her natural way. Not taste soap instead” Shekhar whispered Another thought was worrying me. Unlike many women I had heard of, I had never ever shaved my pussy or even trimmed it ever. I was quite old fashioned about this. I worried that it may put him off. But that worry disappeared and he peeled my panties off and said in an awestruck voice “Wow. What a hairy pussy. I love the natural look and fee.” Saying this he lowered himself and grazed his face all over my hairy pussy. He was now moaning and making satisfied sounds and then he zeroed his mouth on my pussy and I felt his tongue licking the outside of my vet vagina. I was sopping wet by now and still coming. In a sudden move his tongue entered my vagina and he began licking me – initially softly and then hard. His hands moved up to my pendulous breasts and he was now actually sucking my vagina as though he wanted to eat up and lap up all my juices. A shudder ran through my spine. This was feeling wonderful. On the one hand I felt like a slut, like the whore my husband had mentioned. And on the other hand this was the most sensational and erotic moment in my 43 years. While my mind was thinking my body took over. My hips were now thrashing up and down on the bed and my hands flew to Shekhars head. I mussed his hair lovingly and pulled him deeper inside me. My hips were buckling his face and it was almost as if I was making love to his face. I was moaning uncontrollably and coming over and over again. My God. What a feeling. What a feeling! I came again hard and my body was in convulsions. Shekhar continued to lick and suck me and my body slowly subsided. Shekhar came up and said “Taste yourself. You taste so good.” And kissed me deep. I was shocked. I could feel my taste in his mouth and I did not know whether to be excited or disgusted. Once again, my body took over and I was kissing him deep and hard, sucking his tongue and feeling the taste of myself in my mouth.

I was really behaving like the whores described by my husband. But I was oblivious to the world now. I felt Shekhar pulling off his clothes and I opened my eyes to see him naked for the first time. He had an athletic frame, a little bit of fat, but hardly noticeable. My eyes moved down to his penis. It was hard and bobbing in the air. Funnily enough in my 20 years of marriage my husband and I had never ever seen ourselves nude. My husband used to unbutton the fly of his boxers and make love to me with his boxers and vest or night dress on. I used to wear a front opening nightie and he would open a few buttons on top and pull up my bra and suck my breasts for a couple of minutes before pulling up my nightie. I would then peel off my panties and he would enter me. The whole act, including the foreplay of sucking my breasts, lasting rarely more than 5 minutes or so. I had never seen a man’s penis closely before. The size of Shekhar’s penis was not extra ordinary. It seemed neither too long, nor too short. Possibly marginally bigger than my husband’s – but not very much so. Shekhar lay on top of me balancing his weight on his elbows. He was still kissing me and his hands were holding my hands spread apart, his fingers entwined between mine. I could feel his hard penis at the entrance of my pussy. It felt hard and was restive against me. My mind and my heart cried out that I had gone far enough. I had allowed another man to do things to me that even my husband did not and that it was not too late to stop. He had still not fucked me. I should stop this very instant when there was still time. My body was on fire wanting him inside of me; but my mind was insisting otherwise. Shekhar seemed to sense this and he moved off me a little bit. I could see that his penis was still erect. “You don’t have to Ambika, if you are not comfortable. Relax. I will not force you. I am excited Ambika, yes, but I don’t want you feeling terrible. If you want to stop now its fine. No problem. I won’t be upset. I would just request you to fondle my cock and give me a hand job to relieve my tension” he said. At that instant I knew that Shekhar was basically a nice man and would never hurt me intentionally. Besides lust I felt a surge of liking for this man who had done things that had never been done to me before. I wanted him more badly now. Had he forced himself on me I might have resisted. But, now I wanted to go all the way with him. I knew that the regrets and agony would come later. But, even if I did not go all the way, what we had done till now been enough to make me feel guilty. “It’s okay Shekhar. I want you inside me” I said and took my hand to his penis. It was firm and felt nice in my fingers. I stroked it gently and could see a small drop of precum on the tip. I guide it to my vagina and thrust the head of his penis inside my most private part. I was finally committing the ultimate sin of letting another man besides my lawfully wedded husband fuck me. Shekhar then took over. His left hand gripped my buttocks and pulled them against his hips; his right hand was mauling my left breast and he was licking me all over my face and kissing me hungrily. I could feel his penis entering me deeper than I had ever been entered before and he was now moving his hips in rhythm – entering me, pulling out a bit, entering me a bit harder and deeper and pulling back and on and on. Like I said before, with my husband, the whole act, including foreplay lasted about 5 minutes. With Shekhar the foreplay itself had gone on for an hour or more. I could sense that Shekhar was as turned on as me and would be coming soon. I could feel his speed increasing and he was now kissing and sucking my tongue harder and harder. I couldn’t help thinking that Shekhar was really utilizing almost all the erogenous zones of my body – his penis was pumping away in my vagina, one of his hands was squeezing my ass and holding me firm against him; the other hand was caressing my breasts and nipples and his mouth was on mine with our tongues entwined in each others. For a woman who was naïve about sex I had just had an extreme makeover with someone who was probably more experienced than most men. This was why God had made man and woman different I thought. So that they can become a whole together in such an enjoyable manner. Shekhar’s penis may visually have appeared the same size as my husband’s. But, the way he used it on me was totally different. With my limited experience he seemed to be the ultimate fucking machine. I must have come a zillion times I felt and I was now ready for Shekhar. I put my arms around him and held him tight and pressed my hips hard against him. Its funny – our body adapts and learns so fast. It was almost like I had always fucked Shekhar, the way my movements began matching his. “Are you ready Ambika?” He asked me. It felt wonderful. My husband had never ever asked me a question like this. Shekhar was fucking me royally – but still had such a gentle side to him. “Yes….Yes….Yesss….” I moaned. Shekhar’s thrusts grew stronger and stronger and I could feel him right inside me. And when he came it was like a torrent of hot lava inside me. My husband’s coming was usually a quick affair and I would hardly feel his cum entering me. Certainly never like this – so hot and in spurts. And my husband’s Cumming lasted a quick jerk or two. But Shekhar kept on pumping into me and even after the spurts subsided he stayed deep in me and hugged me hard. And did not jump off and rush to the bathroom like my husband. Slowly Shekhar’s body movements came to a still. He was still inside me but I could feel him shrinking. “That was wonderful Ambika. You are the best.” Shekhar exclaimed as he smiled at me. I had a more immediate concern. I was so full of his cum that I was worried that I would start leaking out. I told him that I need to go to the bathroom. “Okay, give me a second” he said and first withdrew his body from me before holding his penis and pulling it back. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom. I had been right and I could now feel his cum, and my own, trickling out. All that I had on me were my bra and blouse which were totally unbuttoned and in fact made my breasts appear more naked than they would have been without the blouse and bra handing wide open. Rather than just cleaning myself I slipped on a shower cap and stepped under a warm shower. It felt wonderful and I was thinking that this was my most wonderful experience ever. The guilt was there and getting stronger but I decided to put it out of my mind – at least for the time being. I dried myself, wrapped myself in the hotel bathrobe and stepped back into the bedroom. Shekhar had covered himself with a sheet. I was glad that he was not crude and showing his nakedness to me. I told him that he could use the bathroom if he wanted too. He said that he had cleaned himself with a towel and was fine right now. He pulled me to the bed and hugged me tight. “No regrets?” he asked me with s serious look into my eyes. I didn’t know what to say and told him so. “Just relax” he pulled me closer. I looked at watch – it was nearly 4 o clock in the morning. “Don’t you have to go home now?” I asked. He told me that he had smsed his wife while I was in the shower telling her that the reunion was over and a few old friends were continuing the bonding session in one of the friend’s room and that he would be back only the next day. We talked for a while. I was brutally honest with him and told him that I loved my husband and kids and that my husband, while not as good a lover as Shekhar, was a good and gentle man who was a perfect father and a selfless provider. I got to know that Shekhar too loved his wife and was happily married with two kids. He told me that this was only the second time he had made love to a woman other than his wife. The other incident had been at an annual office conference almost 5 years back. I was glad for 2 reasons. One, he did not bad mouth his wife or give me stories about an unhappy marriage or a shrew of a wife. And, two, because, while having a bath it had occurred to me that I had put myself at great risk of having unprotected sex with a stranger. He pulled the robe off me and we cuddled together under the blanket. It was the first time that I was ever sleeping totally naked with a man. My back was to him. He placed on hand under me and the other over me and cupped my breasts. I could feel his now soft penis against my back and we drifted off to sleep. Early in the morning I awoke because I could feel his now erect penis against me. He was deep asleep but his penis was now erect. He must be having a fantasy about us I smiled and looked at him closely. He was not classically handsome, but good lucking in a different way. He had a nice smile – one that lingered while he slept. If I had to commit a sin, I though to myself, at least I picked the right man. Besides being good in bed, he was compassionate and had a gentleness about him. I hugged him closer and drifted off to sleep again. When I woke up again it was because I could feel someone licking my breasts. I got up with a bit of start to see Shekhar licking my breast and playing with his own penis. We made love again. I won’t describe it this time. But it was a different kind of love making – Shekhar was much gentler and, surprisingly, much harder than he had been last night. Before making love he played with my body for a long time and when he came into me I was dying to have him fuck me hard. Harder than he had fucked me last night. He didn’t disappoint me and I must have come a million times as he pounded away inside me. Like he told me later – he preferred foreplay to the actual act. If the mood was right he was game for a quickie. But his preferences were clearly for long erotic foreplay before the actual act. He looked at his clock. It was past 10 o clock. I must be off he said. He went in the bathroom and used to hotel toiletries to brush his teeth and have a quick shave and shower. When he came out he was fully dressed and hugged me and said “You know something crazy. Look what you’re doing to me.” He unzipped his fly and I was shocked to see that he was bone hard again. “I’ve never been able to get hard so many times in such a short time. At least in the past few years” he confessed. “I think it’s because of you. You really turn me on.” I decided that it was my day to learn to give a blow job and caressing his penis bent down and kissed it. “No. Don’t force yourself to do that” Shekhar said. I had told him how inexperienced I was last night. “I want to Shekhar” I said. “I want to learn to do it. Besides, you gave me so much pleasure by going down on you. It’s my turn now” “Only if you really want to. Don’t force yourself”. I will keep this short. It was a whole new learning experience for me. Like so many things that I learnt from Shekhar about sex and love making. Not only have I sinned and cheated on my husband. But, over the past many months am continuing to do so. Shekhar lives in Pune and me in Bombay. His company guest house keys are in his control and, at least once a week; I take the Volvo bus to Pune. The bus passes close to his guesthouse. He has given me a duplicate key and I go straight there. Sometimes, he is waiting for me – horny and with his hard penis ready when I open the door. Sometimes, I reach first and remove my panties and wait eagerly for him. I feel guilty as hell – especially when my husband and me celebrated our 21st anniversary last month and I promised myself that I would put an end to this. But I just can’t. It’s not that Shekhar and I love each other. Both of us are happily married with loving spouses and kids. It’s just that we are so lusty for each other. In Shekhar’s case his wife is attractive and enjoys sex. But, he says, nearly 2 decades of making love to the same person can get a bit monotonous. In my case, you know my background. After leading a sheltered and sexually naïve life for 43 years my sexual desires have been re-ignited and I am like a born again person sexually. Shekhar has taught me so much – oral sex, mutual masturbation, me on top, titty fucking and so much more. Except doing it from the backside we have done everything.

Even today I blush when I think of one of the positions I enjoy the most The first time Shekhar proposed it I almost had a heart attack. But now, I love sitting on his face and grinding my pussy on his face and mouth while he sucks me off. His hands are on my breasts as I am doing this massaging them and tweaking my nipples. Once in a while his hands will move to my face and he will caress my face even as one of his fingers fucks my mouth. I usually hold this position for at least 10 minutes and, in those 10 minutes, have multiple orgasms. After that either I sit on top of him and fuck him hard or, if he is really turned on, he rolls me over and fucks me hard even as I place my legs high on his shoulders. I mention this position specifically not to sensationalize or shock you – but to drive home the point of how much I have changed as a person. Funnily enough my sex life with my husband has also improved. For many reasons I think. People, including my husband, now tell me that I am looking healthier and have a glow on my face. Maybe it’s all the semen doing it to me. I don’t know. But I look better and feel better – physically, if not mentally, or with my conscience sometimes. Shekhar comes to Bombay once in a while when I can’t make it. But we have to a hire a hotel room. Besides being expensive for Shekhar, not that he ever complains, I feel guilty for him and also scared that we may get caught. So, when I miss making love to Shekhar I initiate making love to my husband. Our average has now gone up to twice a month instead of once in 3-4 months. He is still the same in bed and I am wary of trying my new found skills on him. Because I know he would not like it; and also because he would think I am behaving cheaply. Making love to him is no great fun. But, I am now so sexually turned most of the time that any kind of love making is better than none at all. I sometimes fantasize about how my husband would react if I were to either give him a blow job or, God forbid, sit on his face and grind my pussy against his mouth. Grounds for divorce I would think. He would be shocked and disgusted! My husband could possibly never imagine his devout, pious wife turning into a sex starved woman who craves male flesh. In fact, the last few times going to or returning from Poona on the Volvo bus I have actually let a stranger sitting next to me discreetly feel me up. While this always happens to women while travelling earlier I never used to permit it and used to dissuade the man by either moving to another seat, if available, or by coughing loudly and repeatedly and scaring him off. Even now I don’t let young men or kids try anything with me. They can be indiscreet and take undue risks. But, if it is a middle aged mature attractive man I sometimes do permit them liberties. Only touching discreetly, no talking, no phone numbers nothing. more than a quite, discreet feel. It’s funny how the person who loves you the most sometimes just doesn’t know some aspects of you. Or how your mind can work. While I do live in the fear of getting caught, I am secure that Shekhar too has too much to loose by taking any risks as he too loves his family very much. We do not talk about our families with each other much and never call up each other on our mobile unless we know it’s a good time for the other to talk. We have saved our numbers under different names on our mobiles and if we want to talk just send a sms with a “forwarded joke”. That’s our code for, please call back when convenient. My conscience still pricks me. But, this is one genie that will not go back easily into its bottle. I love, admire and respect my husband. He is indeed a gentle soul But I also love fucking Shekhar and getting fucked by him. I do not want to give up either and just hope my husband never ever gets to know. I sometimes, not always, justify it to myself blaming my husband. If he was not such a sexual prude I would not need to get sexual gratification from another man. But, in my heart, I know that I am the guilty one! The main purpose of writing this story is to share my experience and thoughts. This is something that I cannot even share with my closest friend or relative. It’s almost like a burden off my soul as I write this. My other reason for writing is that I sometimes wonder whether I am the only conservative Indian woman in this kind of a position in our country. If any of you have had a similar experience and are comfortable sharing it I would be delighted. You can do this discreetly by writing to me at It would be great to know that I am not alone.