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I do not know why at all I selected this woman to have a sexual relation. May be my sixth sense told, she is a good lay in spite of her not so good looks. May be my standards have dropped after I started to get animal pleasures out of my good looking but fat wife. May be I had this over ambitious dick trying to conquer a little more.
May be I wanted some thrill out of my pleasure giving skills. May be, may be ….. Forget it; the fact is that I have established a definite sexual relation with this 38 year old auntie, a mother of two children aged 15 and 14. This auntie has a close resemblance to the one below,
As such my auntie does not have this bountiful a body. Comparatively her body is more worn out than this. But I must admit that my auntie has some streaks of lustful body. Let us call her Madhavi.
Madhavi was neighbor to my wife when my wife was in her pre-degree course. Since Madhavi had lost her parents early she was regarding my wife, Lata’s parents as her parents and hence she was almost like a sister to my wife. But she was very much jealous of Lata after Lata got me as her husband. Madhavi’s husband was a dull man with limited stamina and a limited interest in sex (this I guessed after few interactions with Madhavi).
Some time in the year 2003.
The first hint of madhavi’s liking for me was given to me when we were traveling in an auto together. I was accompanying Madhavi to drop her at the Bus stand. Madhavi openly said ‘Lata is lucky to have a good husband like you. Every woman does not get a husband like you.” Tears came out of her eyes. At that time I got angry with her for her character of self-pity. I thought it was wrong to belittle your own husband when he is really not so bad.
Some time in February 2006.
The ice broke when Madhavi visited my house in Bangalore to attend a function. I was dead tired after so much hard work and I was feeling depressed due to physical weakness. I was taking her to the Bus stand again (repeating the act of 2003?). I, this time, took a decision to finger the auntie and see if she was ready for a sexual relation. First I kept my left palm near her right thigh and tested her reaction. She was neutral. No reaction. Good, I thought. I now pressed the back of my fingers into the outside of her thigh. She did not move away. In a fit of madness I removed my palm and pushed it roughly behind the small of her back and caressed. Still there was no protest. I knew the sexual relation was on. Then I started moving my left hand on the inner side of her right thigh. Of course all this was being done over layers of saree material. Then I became more adventurous and put my hand on her shoulders, caressed the nape of her neck. I, once, even managed to tease her right nipple in repeated succession.
This exercise had excited me so much, my mouth went dry. My heart was beating fast. I thought I would faint. After all it was my first extra marital sex episode. Just then we reached the Bus Stand. I some how managed to walk normally and sent her off.
Some time in May 2006
After the incident in February 2006, I had started fantasizing the plump house wife in my day dreams. I once even visited her house in March 2006 only for a few hours. I could not manage to fiddle her since her husband was present all the time.
Fate had it so and she had to come to my place again in May only for a day. Again I had to pick her up and her two grown up children from Bus stand at 5.00AM. When I reached home I asked every one including my wife to get another hour of sleep. Then I caught her alone while she was coming out of the bathroom. I pinned her both hands on the wall, all lifted up and exuding the musky aroma from her sweaty armpits. Then I planted a passionate and enduring kiss which kind she might never have experienced. She responded with mild shudder. She had no resistance what so ever. But I knew she was experiencing the double pleasure of capturing Lata’s husband and that of illicit sex. I must have kissed her for a good two minute. When I sensed the auntie feeling breathless due to the excitement, I released her.
I slowly turned her back to me. Now I was very slow and delicate in my touches.
I caressed her full body from behind. I realized that I had in fact hit upon a sexy body. Her body was very much youthful in spite of her age. My heart was jumping with joy at the prospect of fucking a ripe auntie.
I was getting unduly excited. I now did a wrong move. I forcibly put her two hands on the wall, pinned them with my hands and kissed her lavishly on her nape and back. She was enjoying the attention with her head down in guilt. But then I suddenly brought my hands down and tried to lift her saree to expose her buttocks. This was too much for her. She freed herself from me and rushed to the bathroom saying she wants to pee.
When she came back she had lost her interest. Though I did kiss her few times, caressed her boobs, caressed her buttocks, the fire was gone. May be she was too exhausted by the sudden attack. I let her be and allowed her to go and sleep.
Sometime in August 2006 :
Fate again took me near her as I had to travel to a place near her town to attend my work. This was totally unexpected. I finished my work during the day and reached her house in the night. I could not do much as her children engaged me all the time. When I got up I had the chance. Her two children were out for school. Her husband was there very much. But I knew I could jump the unsuspecting husband. I took the first chance when her husband was in the toilet. I pulled her to me and, turned her back towards me and drank the musky smell emanating from her nape. I then kissed her on the nape very sensually. I brushed my lips in circular and sidewise motions making her get Goosebumps all over her body. This time she was receiving me well. I then took my hands to her boobs and started caressing them expertly from bottom to top. All along my lips were teasing her on nape and her solid back. Aunty then whispered that her husband is coming and got away from me.
I waited patiently till I got the next chance. I got it when uncle went to have his bath. Madhavi was standing near the kitchen table boiling milk. I attacked her from back, my arms circling her torso and palms resting on the navel. I started sensually caressing her cool and fleshy stomach. Madhavi gave a small shudder and turned her head with a dreamy distant look in her eyes. I knew aunty was being pulled into the well of sexual pleasures. I slowly stretched my neck down and started brushing her small but healthy lips. When she closed her eyes unable to bear the sexual excitement, I planted the biggest of my kisses devouring her lips with mine. My kiss lasted a full 20 seconds. Aunty Madhavi was weak in her knees now and started sinking in my arms. I left her since the sounds from the bathroom five metres away indicated that uncle would come out. I must admire Madhavi’s capacity to act – because a woman who had lost her self control few seconds back was behaving very normally as if it was another routine day in her life. But actually life had permanently changed for Madhavi.
Then when I was in the bathroom I called Aunty to show how the hot water could be taken out of the boiler. When the aunty was bending and taking out water I tingled her repeatedly by running my stiff middle finger deep into her ass crevice. Aunty wriggled her ass unable to stand the thrill and looked back at me naughtily 2-3 times. Finally I cupped both her ass cheeks with my two palms, squeezed them lightly but firmly and then Madhavi was let go. All of this was happening while her husband was performing pooja. Some time in September 2006
My adventures reached bigger heights this time. Fate it was again. Madhavi came to Bangalore to visit Lata’s sick father. Lata’s father was staying 90 KM further away from my home. Madhvi would move to the place in the afternoon.
My wife was having her periods. She was sleeping in a separate room as was the custom. As usual Madhavi reached my home in early morning. I again drove Madhavi from Bus stand along with her son. My wife was to have a head bath on her fourth day of periods. While everybody went to sleep, Madhavi was preparing hot water for my wife. Of course I was wide awake.
I stealthily crept up to Madhavi. This time I wanted Madhavi to feel that I own her. So I was calm and I stood behind Madhavi very close sucking her musky aroma emanating from her armpits. I must say here that the aunty had a stronger aroma than my wife. It had a stimulating effect on my sex organ.
My hand first went to her fleshy tyre on her torso. My palm rested there for a few seconds without any movement. The cool flesh of the healthy aunty aroused my senses. Then I put my palms on her cool and fleshy nape. The aunty stood there with her head down and eyes closed. I was in no hurry and was enjoying my property-my sexy Madhavi aunty. I started moving my adept fingers and caressed the aunty on her erotic zone-her nape. Then I slowly pushed myself forward. Now my whole body was in contact with the entire backside of Madhavi aunty. My long hands encircled aunty from behind and the palms locked just above aunty’s pussy. Now all of Madhavi’s fleshy body was in my custody.
Madhavi must have been in another man’s hands like this for the first time. I now dug my lips on her neck and brushed giving aunty a jump of ecstasy.
My hardened dick was feeling Madhavi aunty’s large fleshy buttocks. It appeared Madhavi had lost herself, because there was no resistance whatsoever.
I now forced the aunty to tilt her head and started teasing her thin but juicy lips with my lips. While the aunty felt the heat rising, I took her by surprise and planted a huge kiss. The kiss was accompanied by fine maneuvering of the pubic area with both the hands. It was evident that the aunty had never experienced passionate sexual acts of this kind.
I rested my wide chin on the junction of neck and shoulder of the aunty and got into one of my most erotic massage of frontal body of a curvy female. My nimble fingers moved in circles of different size and touched the erotic zones of the aunty. Every time I circled the aureole surrounding the, by now, erect nipple, the aunty gave a sexy shudder and tried to wriggle out of my clutch.
But now Madhavi was my slave and had no will of her own.
Now I turned Madhavi to face me. Madhavi was expecting that I would kiss her. I took her totally by surprise and sat down at her feet. Before she could guess what I was up to, I swiftly inserted my right hand inside her saaree and touched the pussy from outside her panties. Just a slight touch, that’s all. Madhavi instantly withdrew her precious pious cunt inside and backwards. Was I the one to leave her? I started running my palm all over her inner thigh. “Aahhhhh…..” said Madhavi. My exploring hands massaged aunty’s quivering cunt several times. Madhavi was in delirium. Finally I pushed my fingers inside the panties and lo there I conquered the pious pussy of a wife. “ aaammmhhh, aahaaa,aaaaaaaahh….” Said Madhavi.
I ran my fingers inside the sparse pubic hair of aunty. I caressed the labia majora very sensually. I squeezed the labia minor lightly. Aunty was swollen with excitement all over her cunt. I had to admit aunty had a grand beaver.
I relieved aunty of anticipation and tapped the proud button of a clitoris lovingly. Madhavi shuddered. I now caressed the clitoris with great love. When aunty started getting overwhelmed by pleasure, I increased it many folds by rubbing the clit hood repeatedly, but lightly as if a feather was masturbating her solid clitoris. Aunty visibly peaked and achieved her orgasm producing nasal sounds like “aanggghhh,aaahahahaaa,ammmmmmmaaaah…”.She shuddered again, brought her hands suddenly down to save her dying clitoris and collapsed on the floor.Satisfied with my performance I left the place leaving behind a dazed Madhavi Aunty. I thought I will not bother Madhavi again. But after half an hour or so Madhavi was again in front of the kitchen table boiling more water for my wife, who was having her long bath in the bathroom attached to my bedroom. I went and clasped her from behind and turned her slowly towards me. She was shaking mildly again. I gathered courage and asked her “Madhavi….um…when are you going to enjoy all the pleasures given by me?”
Madhavi had shut her eyes tightly and moved her head sidewise in negation. She meant probably that she was not yet ready for the full thing. I noticed tears rolling down her cheeks. May be she was feeling guilty that she had enjoyed another man for the first time. She must have felt her sanctity of a devoted wife destroyed. Did I feel for her? No way. I had taken interest in the aunty knowing fully well she was a slut deep inside. I just moved away leaving her alone.
But the slut she was, she wanted it more. She brought the hot water to my bedroom and kept it near the bathroom for my wife. Then she slept on the floor on the mattress where I had slept in the night. I was sitting on the master bed waiting for my wife to ask for her clothes. My two children and Madhavi’s son were sleeping by my side. I knew Madhavi was now feeling high on sex and I sure did not waste those valuable seconds. I got down and laid myself at Madhavi’s feet. I started feeling Madhavi from her ugly toes, massaged her feet sensuously, pressed her heel softly and pushed my fingers between her toes several times.
This kind of erotic treatment was too much for Madhavi. She kept staring at me in awe. I could see the complete surrender in her eyes. Yes, this slut of a housewife was mine!!
I continued my passionate exploration of the comely aunty. My nimble fingers caressed her ankles, then the calves. It was interesting that all of Madhavi’s concealed body parts were extremely sexy unlike my wife. Madhavi had very curvaceous, muscular but soft calves. I got my high massaging those body parts. I pressed Madhavi’s rounded knees as if to express my gratitude.
This must have given her extreme pleasure. Because, in spite of my wife Latha being two metres away, she gave a suppressed deep moan and said “uuuuhhhh”. Now my hands moved in small circles and started teasing her inner thighs. My playful pinches on her thighs made her wriggle. Aunty looked at the children to make sure they were sleeping. Having made sure she lost herself into her bliss again. And soon my leisurely exploration reached her sparse bush. My fingers crawled all over her sexy pubic mound.
Madhavi’s ripe sexual self was bathing in erotic pleasure while my plump wife was bathing her bloody cunt.
I got down to the same game again. I hit the vagina and started rubbing the outer lips yet again. This time around Madhavi’s wetness, from the sexual encounter fifteen minutes back, had an increased effect. It was amazing to know how much this aunty was aroused. Entire vaginal opening of the ripe aunty was slippery with her sex secretions. Madhavi, may be against her conscience, gradually widened her thighs and offered her precious cunt hole to my demanding fingers. She had lifted her arms up in a folded manner and was covering her face with them.
The scene was a thriller. My wife could have come out any time. Madhavi was in no position to care for anybody. I was hell bent on violating the balance of the housewife’s morals.
Madhavi’s dripping cunt was quivering with excitement. My sliding fingers were acting as if they were going to flatten the swollen cunt lips. Then I used my left hand to expose the naughty clitoris. My right hand fingers, wet with the profusely oozing come of the aunty, rubbed the hooded boy with vigor and rhythm. Madhavi was now behaving like a beautiful slut, breathing heavily and shivering like mad. Her abdomen was twitching at every touch of the clit head. She started giving signs of another peak coming. She was shuddering briefly almost replicating the pleasure waves passing through her body. Then came the looooooong shudder. Madhavi gave a suppressed cry and shouted “yeeeeaaaaahhhh”. The shout was followed by a violent push of the tormentor, me. Madhavi pushed her legs straight and and used both her hands to push the disheveled and uplifted saree. I don’t know what came over me, I lifted my wet right hand fingers stared at them with a gleam in my eyes and licked them clean. It was ecstasy for both.
Then the dirty me came to senses. I got away from the spot. Madhavi was now lying sideways with her knees bent towards her stomach. I could see her body still heaving and convulsing. I covered her with my bed sheet which smelled of me. I imagined Madhavi to be very pleased with my performance.
Less than a minute later my wife called for more hot water. I intentionally took a few seconds and came from the hall and gave the bucket. Seeing me she was a bit surprised and asked where was Madhavi akka. I told “she was waiting here with the water, must have dozed off.” My wife did go in with puzzled expression. Some time in the middle of December 2006
Should one believe in destiny? I don’t know. But I happened to visit Madhavi’s house yet again. It was a great coincidence that my company got some business unexpectedly at a nearby location.
I arrived at Madhavi’s place at 8.30am. I was all charged up. For a man of my age I was, surprisingly, choking with emotion. The air was thick with anticipation. I must say, comparatively, Madhavi aunty was less tense than me. She invited me with a half smile and took my bag inside. To my dismay she had two aged guests from her husband’s side. Both were more than 70 years. Not a real threat to my aspirations, but still a nuisance. I immediately changed to my warm full sleeve banian and a lungi. Madhavi got down to the preparation of tea. When she brought the tea to me I made a sign to come inside the guest room. She nodded in negation. Was I the one to leave her? My dick was literally on fire giving me a strange sensation at the tip of my penis. I threw all caution to air and pulled Madhavi inside. I embraced her with lot of affection. She was not really resisting now. I dug my teeth little savagely into the flesh on her nape. She bent her head down and acknowledged the pleasure given by me. She had that hallmark musky smell of hers, which I drank. My dick stirred inside my clothes. Then she freed herself and rushed to kitchen to attend to the 75 year old relative.
I was now restless and wanted to enjoy aunty badly. Aunty was a real slut. She so cleverly chose a work which was in the room I was sitting. She was sweeping the underside of the cot in kneeling position.
I jumped to the occasion and sat behind her. My large right palm gobbled her pussy region from bottom. I started rubbing the pussy zone little vigorously so that she could feel the touch. I was surprised when I could distinctly feel the erect clitoris. It was amazing to feel the excited auntie’s boy through layers of saree. I was desperately trying to massage the clit head. Aunty never looked back and kept sweeping. I left her when the footsteps were heard nearby.
But I kept wondering how I could get my hands exactly on auntie’s clitoris. I thought may be the aunty had intentionally parted her legs to thrust her erect clitoris for my touch. Whatever it was I kept shaking my head and smiled to myself in shear joy.
The aunty avoided me for the next ten minutes or so. The foolish me immediately jumped to the conclusion that the aunty must have finally decided to resist the advances of this lech. But, no, the slutty wife was so much under my sexual influence that she now came and asked my mobile and asked me to contact her husband. She wanted to inform him that I had arrived. He had gone for some emergency work at office as early as 7.30am and wanted to come back to join me for breakfast. He was obviously not aware that I was feasting on his wife to my heart’s content. When she was pressing the mobile buttons, I playfully pressed her nipples one after the other. For ten digits she pressed, she got ten sexy pinches on her nipples. I then covered her from behind and cupped both her boobs with my large palms. While she was talking to her husband I was caressing her boobs sensually. Then she suddenly moved away from me and gave the mobile to me. I spoke to her husband and told him to take his own time.
I really don’t know what happened to Madhavi after this. She shunned my touches and advances. She must have sensed the danger after sensing my bold and determined mood.
But I must have lost my mind. The more she avoided me, stronger became my urge to pleasure her.
Just at that time she was passing by my room. I caught her hand. She wriggled to free her hand and whispered “the old man might see us…..”. I literally dragged her bulk inside my room by her single hand and closed the door. She was now scared. Her wide eyes showed only fear and no lust. I got the chance of a lifetime. I had the chance to **** an unwilling pious housewife right inside her husband’s home. This was a negative fantasy of my sick side. What I did?
I caught the fear stricken aunty by her neck and in one strong push forced her on the cot. She managed to scramble to her feet and stood there trembling. I took her in my embrace and lifted her saree. I had a shock and an answer to my puzzlement in knowing that the aunty was without panties! That was how the clitoris was so easily felt in its true shape and size in spite of her clothes. I ran my palms freely on her puckered ass cheeks, titillated them by massaging and by running my fingers in her crack.
Aunty was now confused not knowing whether to run away or stay there to enjoy the fun.
I again pushed her on the cot, this time with her saree up. Lo there! The pussy was open to my hungry eyes in the daylight. I was in for another shock. The tight pussy was looking more hairy than last time. Did that mean this pious aunty had trimmed her pussy the last time?
Aunty was desperately pointing at the window saying “some one can see us….”. By now I was the Satan himself. Not knowing what risk I was taking, I pushed aunty’s whitish looking plump thighs wide open with my powerful hands. My God a scene it was! Aunty had such active lava of a pussy. It was bathing in the shining sticky juice of cum. Aunty was wet like hell. The clitoris was showing its pink head clearly. Interestingly aunty’s pussy was of a different kind unlike my wife’s. Her unevenly torn hymen was hanging in pieces. Her outer lips were wide and rose out of the thin inner lips. What was I to do? I dug my face in her crotch and sucked the clitoris out of its hood. I did not know what the aunty was doing or feeling. But I felt heavenly licking and sucking aunt’s wet pussy.
In between the aunty started moving her groin like mad. She tightened her plump buttocks and with great force lifted them above, lifting my head and weight along with it. She held her buttocks in air for a few seconds and then gave a huge shudder and then collapsed the great ass on the cot. I knew the aunty had climaxed. The taste of her pussy became more salty. Her juice flowed out. When I thoroughly licked aunty of all her wetness I came to my senses and found that aunty had closed her eyes tightly and was lying helplessly.
I got up and gestured aunty to move out. I was too dazed to do otherwise. Holy God I licked the pious vagina of a homely house wife. It was a dream come true. In my emotion I pulled the aunty back to me and planted a fierce kiss on her lips. The aunty was too stunned to enjoy the kiss. She was pleasured orally for the first time. When she thought the dick will enter her the unexpected happened. It was too much of a new thing for her.
Three minutes later even while my lips smelled of auntie’s fragrance her husband came in and shook my hand. I then rushed to wash my face.It turned out to be a risk well taken. Ah.. after a long time I got this opportunity to touch this pious lady.
After more than a year we were together in attending a family function. It so happened that we all were sleeping in one closed room. The lady, her daughter,my wife and me were sleeping near to each other.
It was becoming increasingly tense due to the proximity. Both the lady and I were not getting sleep. Her daughter and my wife slept off. I finally decided to do something. I got up and on the pretext of looking out of window went near her. I caressed her ass over her saree. She opened her eyes, smiled and closed again. This encouraged me to sit near her and caress her legs. In seconds I had pushed her saree up and was caressing her pubic mound with sparse hair. It was a tense moment as the risk was too high. But I caressed her pussy all the same and made her instantly wet. The pious lady started spreading her legs wider. I could feel her pussy thoroughly with my hand and caressed it many times. Each time my caress ended on her clitoris. She was ready for the fuck. But I could not fuck her. Before leaving I pressed her boobs and went and slept by wife’s side. this woman has a 19 year old daughter now. she still opened her pussy wide for me. The moral of the story is :A woman has to get her due of sexual pleasures,failing which she may seek it anywhere irrespective of caste,creed,looks,age and health of the man who fills the GAP!!!
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