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Hi friends. My name is Anoushka (name changed) and I often read comments on this blog about various experiences written and shared by women and girls. I too had a life changing experience which I thought I should share with you friends. It is a long event but I will try to write it as short as possible. I am 41 years old and my hubby, Arvind is 42. We got married fifteen years back and have a son who is thirteen now. Ours was a love marriage. We were in the same stream and after a brief courtship, we both decided to tie the knot. We both have our own high pressure jobs, although I started mine few years after marriage. First few years of marriage were great; we had fun, moved around, and loved each other. We lived alone and each day and night was fun. Sex was good too, as always is in first years of marriage.

Our son Aryaman was born two years after marriage and by that time, I had also started a job. Mine was a high pressure job, I was managing an institution, and also a family. So, I went off early mornings and came back late evenings. Hubby too got more and more busy and as our son started to grow up, we lost touch with each other. Its not that we were fed up or something, but there was less and less concern about each other, especially his attitude was really going awkward. Of course, being married as long as we have life has tended to become a little repetitive…mundane and though we both tried it was never possible to capture that first “flush of youth”.

We started to live as total strangers in our house, sleeping under same room but talking minimum with each other. Sex was minimal. Sometimes, even months passed without touching each other. Because of job and family pressures and also as my terms with my hubby were not cordial, I never initiated it. It was he who sometimes came to me and we did it, like machines. Sometimes, I reached my orgasms but most of the times, it was a bore affair. Such was the situation that I lost my concentration and my mind wandered off even while we were doing it. I rarely orgasmed with him and for that, I touched myself sometimes when I was alone.

Even when I had orgasms, it was like a torture. I gnawed my teeth, stretched my back and squeezed shut my eyes when I had an orgasm. So slowly, I even stopped touching myself. Only sex was that few minutes when he came to me for his satisfaction, and I hated it. Life went on like this for many many years. We celebrated our fourteenth marriage anniversary. I gave up on sex, and on life. It was like old age had creeped up on me. I developed an inferiority complex about my own body, even hesitating to change clothes in front of him. I was 41 but I felt as if I was 61. I was frustrated and suffocated and I guess my hubby too was feeling the same. During the times when he came to my bed, he started to share his fantasies with me, something that he had never done before.

I was hesitant first in discussing but it actually spiced us a little and so I too began to participate and discuss his dreams. It didn’t help a lot but surely there was a little bit of a difference. One of his fantasies were of sharing bed with another couple and we often imagined how it would be like whenever we made love, maybe after months. Slowly, that thing led us to imagine me having sex with someone else, and than telling him how it felt. It was a wild dream, and both of us knew it would always be a dream, nothing more. One day he asked me if I had an option, what type of a man I would like. I laughed and told him I did not want any man, I want to make love to some one younger.

It continued like this for some time and I felt that he was getting carried away in his dreams. He started making plans of fulfilling it. I told him that I would never do it, no chance but he always told me that it would be purely for fun and he would love me more if I did that. I was adamant. I wanted to keep it only as a dream, nothing else. He was a good lover when he was young. Sex with him in those days was great, wonderful but with age, he sort of became rusty and I could feel that his capabilities as a lover had reduced. Not that he was bad but it was not like old days.

One day, he told me that he had found someone on internet, a teenager who was not from our city. I didn’t take him seriously and we just laughed it over. He told me that he had planned that he will ask him to stay in a hotel and would drop me at the hotel. He won’t know who we are, what we do and what are our identities. I thought about it and dismissed the thought. Hubby told me the day when he will arrive and I didn’t believe him. I forgot the day and than one night, at about 4 pm, he told me that tonight when our son goes to sleep, he will drop me somewhere. I refused, plain and simple. He was mad I said. It should not happen. He told me that the guy had traveled 300 kms and we should at least meet him. I argued, we fought over it but in the end, we decided that we would go and meet him and than come back.

He called him to a restaurant and introduced me by a false name. When I saw him, my god, he was a very young boy. He was looking shy and while I was looking at him he never looked up. He told us that he was a student in a college at Delhi and his name was Ishaan. I excused myself and came out. They talked about about five minutes and than we drove off to our home and he went back to his hotel. We were silent on the way. My hubby was in a bad mood and so was i. he told me that the guy had come from that far and we should at least show him basic courtesy. I told him he was going too far and I will not exceed my limits. We came home and I went to my room. He cam over after some time and told me that he understands my point and that he will not force me into anything but the boy is alone in this far off city and we should atleast be polite and act as nice hosts.

I did not like the idea but gave in, with a stern warning that I will not move into this thing. After our son slept, we told our servant to take care and decided to visit him in his room. My hubby had got him booked in a hotel that was in other part of city. In spite of his telling me to wear jeans, I wore a simple sleeveless salwar suit. We both went to his room. He had not yet changed and was watching TV. After saying hellos, we told him that we had our dinner and he should order for himself. He said he too had eaten out. All three of us sat there, with heads down. They both talked about cricket and a little about Delhi but it was awkward. He was looking down, blushing. I sort of liked this guy, he was innocent type. I asked him about his family and he told me about his mom, his sister. We talked about his sister s education and also about his mom s job. He told me that his mom was also working. We were talking full force now, with my hubby silently watching.

After about half an hour, he told us that he has some work and would be back in an half an hour. I gave him a dirty look and told him we should be leaving now. He took me aside and told me that he really would be back in some time and I should relax and that I was with a decent guy. I looked at him, he was sitting silently, with his eyes down looking very innocent. Please be back soon, I am not comfortable, I told my husband and he left us alone.

We both sat in silence for some time. He was looking down. I started a conversation and asked him whether he liked our city. Yes maam, he said. We chatted about his and my family but he didn’t ask me personal details, like job places and names. Half an hour passed and I received a message from my hubby” I am home and awake, call me when u fell awkward, I will come. Relax and enjoy. You are safe”. I thought of calling him but than thought that I will do that in another half hour. While we were talking, he told me to excuse him as he had to change. He went to bathroom and after sometime, came back in a sleeveless t shirt and shorts. My god, he had a great body. He was creamy in color, his thighs were bulging with muscles and he had beautifully shaped biceps. He had a smooth body, smooth all over. He sat down and again we fell silent.

What s ur age, I suddenly asked him. I am 20 maam, he said slowly. My god, I felt a tinge of guilt, he was less than half my age, almost my sons age and I was getting excited on seeing his body. He was wearing slippers and he had perfect feet, like that of an angel. We started talking and he told me about his mother and how she had brought them up alone after his father died. He told me that his mother was a working woman and had to balance her job and also spend time with him and his sister and that he knew how difficult that was. I was like under a spell, he was so innocent. I felt like I ve known him for years. After some time, I told him that I must go as he had to sleep now. No maam, it feels nice talking to you. Please sit for some time.

I smiled but couldn’t say no. I asked him what time he gets up. He told me he s up by 6 as he has to go for a gym till 9. Do u go to gym daily. I asked hm. Yes maam, I have been exercising since last 5 years. You have a good body, I told him and he blushed. You like it, he suddenly asked me and I was taken aback. I laughed and said yes. Again we fell silent. After some time he asked me whether I was feeling uncomfortable with him. I said no, I was not. Again we talked about how women suffer all their lives, doing one duty and balancing jobs and families, without ever caring for their happiness. You have lots of happiness in store maam, he told me. Ok, he said, let me se your palm and tell your future. I smiled at the stupidity. He was trying to impress me with tactics that college boys used on girls. I didnt say anything. He came and sat by my sofa and I extended my hand. He took my hand and acting as if he was a learned pundit, started looking at my hands.

He told me some stupid things, which I was not listening to but while talking to me, he was caressing my palm and my wrist. He had big but smooth hands and my hand felt tiny in his hands. He placed my hand, palm down on his bare thigh and told me to give my left hand to him. He took it and caressed it, this time caressing my wrist and lower arm. He was trying to seduce me, I knew it. He was acting like I was a college girl but I was actually feeling like on. Just to see what he will do now, I didn’t stop him. My right hand was on his naked thigh and I could feel his muscles bulge as he moved his legs a bit. You have beautiful hands and feet maam, he said.

I smiled and said thanks. Let me check your feet. You know, hands and feet have same nerve endings and thus, we can also read future from our feet soles. I was about to stop him but he bet down and lifted both my feet from under my sofa and kept them on his lap. I told him to please don’t touch my shoes but he said it was ok and started removing my sandals. He removed both my sandals and my bare feet were in his lap now. He held my left foot and sort of massaged it, rubbing my toes and my soles. It felt great. He touched and massaged each toe of my left foot and than took my left foot and did the same. You have very soft feet maam, long nails. I like nails without paint, like u keep. He was looking at me but I averted my eyes and started looking at the door. I was a bit worried that it was unlocked and we were in a strange position. His hands were massaging my feet and slowly, his hands moved to my ankles and lower legs, pushing my salwar up a little.

You have real beautiful and tender feet, he was saying. I was averting his eyes and started looking at my phone. Suddenly, a message blinked, from hubby, ”r u ok”. I typed, “im ok” and kept staring blankly at phone. Ishaan was caressing my lower legs now. I had waxed about a ten days ago and suddenly I thought that my legs must be a bit untidy for his hands. Almost guessing what I was thinking, he said, you have a very smooth skin maam, its like silk, really. Thanks, I said and again looked at the door. He had pushed my salwar up to near my knees now and I could see my slim creamy legs glistening and his hands caressing all over them. Beautiful, he said and gave a little peck of a kiss on my big toe. I smiled but said nothing. Beautiful, he said again and kissed me above my ankle. He was in a trance, and to him, my body was beautiful. I remembered my hubby and how he taunted me when I had so little growth on me legs and here he was, loving and liking me as I was.

I closed my eyes. I was now half lying on a sofa with my legs in his lap, eyes closed. Beautiful, he again said and I could feel him giving soft kisses, all over my legs. Than I felt his lips on my toe and he took my big toe in his mouth and sucked at it. I gasped and shifted my leg a little. My left foot touched something hot and hard. God, he was hard, he was hard just seeing my legs. Thought that I could make a 20 year old hard, hit me hard. I closed my eyes and decided to let him move forward, resolving that I would stop it before it goes too far. I had my eyes closed and I felt him move a little and his hardness rubbing against my foot a bit. He sat down again.

I opened my eyes and saw that he had removed his t shirt. God, this boy had a very very beautiful body, perfect. He was slim and all muscles in his chest were exhibited. He had a smooth chest, strong arms and shoulders and a flat stomach. I couldn’t keep my eyes away from his chest. He was beautiful. He than got up and sat on floor besides me. He kissed my hands and than caressed my slender arms, kissing them, telling me how smooth my skin was. I was floating. He was kissing my shoulder and his one hand rested on my stomach, feeling the soft fabric that I wore. Door is open; I said and realized that it means I was ready now. I decided to stay quiet. He got up and locked the door. Again he sat by my side and began to kiss my arms and my shoulders. He kissed my earlobes, my neck. He took my left hand and guided it to his chest. I guess he knew I liked his body. He was like a rock, smooth and hard. I felt his muscles, his shoulders, his arms, his flat stomach.

He had a stomach hard like a board. I rested my hand below his navel. He took it again and guided it between his legs. He was rock hard and burning hot. I felt his hardness and to my surprise, he had a very good size. I had never touched a man except my hubby and it was so different from him. I caressed him from above his shorts and knew he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Suddenly, he picked me up from sofa like a doll and taking me in his arms, went to the bed. A little more and than I will go, I thought. He made me lie on the bed and started to roam his hands all over my body. He rubbed his face and hands on my stomach from above my suit. Suddenly, I felt myself being lifted and my suit being pulled up. I tried to resist but I knew I would not. He was so magical.

My suit was off my body and I was in a bra. He touched my stomach, my navel. Beautiful, he was saying. My eyes were closed. He came on top of me and put one knee in between my legs and took me in his powerful arms. He had a very magical young aroma, unlike the man that I am married to. Kissing my neck, he opened the hooks of my bra from behind me and threw it off the bed. I tried to cover myself with my hands but he took both my hands and with one hand, held them above my head. I was exposed to him now, to a boy half my age. I had a few weeks growth in my underarms and was conscious of it but not for long. He moved his free hand over my underarms and whispered in my ear that I was so tender, so feminine. My breasts were not perfect, not too big but he made me forgot about my complex. He massaged my breasts with his free hand and than, started to kiss my nipples, like a small child. I gasped and moved a little but he didn’t free me.

He sucked my breasts for a long long time. I didn’t even know when he freed my hands and when my hand started to move in his hair, like a small baby. I knew I cannot control myself now. There was a ring on my phone but I switched it off and kept it under the pillow. He moved down and kissed my navel, my stomach. I was floating. This boy knew what he was doing. Suddenly, he got up and when I looked at him, he was standing by bedside and removing his shorts. He looked in my eyes while doing so and said ” yeh bhi utaar do”. I saw him removing his shorts. He was rock hard. His cock was huge, larger than my hubby and it was pointing upwards. It was milky and fair, so tempting. There was little brown hair between his legs, so little. He went to his bag on other end of room and pulled out a packet and kept it under the mattress.

His tool was hard and his body was irresistible. He was so confident about his body, this boy. My hubby even had not walked naked before me like this, I thought but than I thought that he didn’t have a body and a cock like him. As I was watching him, I untied my knot but didn’t slide it down. He came to me legs side and in a jerk, pulled my salwar and threw it off the bed. I was wearing a white cotton panty. At my age, one tends to get a lot of complexes. I had mine too. I always thought I was thin, my legs were not sexy, my boobs were smaller, I was too hairy, etc. etc. I even had a few grey hair in my pubes. So, I was never ever confident with my body. He removed my panty and my first thought was to cover myself but when I saw him, he stood there with eyes wide open and told me I had a beautiful body. He told me how beautiful each and every part of me was and as he was saying this, I could see his dick flexing in jerks. He stared kissing me feet, my legs, my knees, my slender thighs and than his face came between my legs.

He was in a hurry, without any delay, he started kissing on my upper thighs. God, I was in heaven. Than he came on top of me and looked in my eyes. I closed my eyes, waiting for that sensation. I only had experienced my hubby s cock and I was dying to feel that huge thing inside me. I felt him feeling me between my legs and than I could feel his hardness pushing against me. He gave a few pushes but did not enter. I was about to help him enter me when he stiffened and I felt his come gushing all over my belly. I was shocked. I opened my eyes and saw him panting. I felt anger, disappointment. I had decided to go all the way with him, and now this. Shit. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself. After some time, while i lay their, he went to bathroom.

I covered myself with a sheet, waiting for him to come out and than clean myself. He came out but with a wet towel. To my surprise, he removed the sheet and cleaned my stomach with it. I didn’t say anything, my hubby never did that. He stained me and than he puts his clothes and tells me to hand over his stuff, never bothering about the mess he had made. This boy cleaned me up. I smiled. Sorry maam, actually I have never done it before, he said. Ohh my god, he looked so innocent, I pulled him on top of me and kissed his forehead. Its ok, I said, it happens. I than got up and went to have a shower. He is an innocent boy, and he pretended to be someone who is experienced and made a fool of himself. I was beginning to like him as a person.

I came out wearing my clothes but he was naked. His cock was soft and smaller now but he was barely conscious that he was naked. I envied his confidence over his body. Ok, I ll go now, I said but he came and kissed me on my forehead and told me to stay for some more time, please. It was around 11 PM by than but I agreed to spend some more time. I half lied on bed and he came and lied besides me. We again started chatting. About films and about rains and about my job, my colleagues. I was talking and he was listening. I talked for a long long time. He was curious about everything I said. He took interest in all things that I told him. My job, kids studies, kitchen. I lost track of the time while with him. I discussed things with him that I didn’t even tell my husband. About a colleague that tries to flirt with me, about a friend that’s having an affair, about our kids future. Everything.

He listened to everything I said. While talking, I was half lying on bed and he was sitting with crossed legs, full naked. I couldn’t stop myself from looking at his soft dick even while talking. After some time, as we chatted, it started to stir and than grow a little. I tried not to notice but it slowly hardened and stood up like before. Like a flag between his thighs. Than our eyes met and he smiled at me and I forgot what I was speaking about, His phone rang and it was his mom. She was worrying that he had not called and he was telling her that he was with a friend and will be back by evening tomorrow. He was so carelessly talking to his mother and all this while his cock was rock hard, an iron pole between his crossed legs.

God, I was feeling hot, I could feel the hardening of my nipples and the wetness between my legs. He was talking on phone and I was waiting for him to hang up and hold me tight, love me. He than got up and as he talked, started to walk in the room, with his cock hard and pointing towards the ceiling. I was melting. I was trembling. I covered myself with a sheet and watched this beautiful boy. He was perfection, as if carved out of stone. I wondered if my son would one day grow up to be that handsome. He was taking a long time on phone, ignoring that I was watching him. I wanted him to come to me, wanted him to tell me to remove all my clothes, to make love to me. It was getting unbearable. After some time, he came by the bedside, and stood there, smiling at me. He took my arm and as I stood up in my knees, he took me in his arms.

I was breathing heavily. I could hear my heart pounding my chest. He began to kiss me passionately, my neck, my shoulders, my ears but when he kissed my lips, I turned my face and avoided his lips.. I let out a low moan and we snuggled closer. His hand reached for my breast and took hold of it and pressed and kneaded it through the cloth of my suit, while kissing me. His hardness was pushing into me, hurting me. He broke the kiss and looked down and pulled the suit over my head. He freed my left breast from the confines of my bra and he rubbed the nipple and looked at me questioningly. I blinked in approval and slowly he lowered his head and his beautiful mouth engulfed the erect nipple.

The sight of that beautiful young boy hungrily suckling my nipple got me emotional as well as terribly wet. I slipped the strap off the other breast and he switched to it as soon as it was exposed. He sucked like his life depended on it. The warm wetness of his mouth, the force of suckling and the lips and tongue stimulating my nipple and areola heightened my body to a new level of awareness and arousal. I pulled him closer and now our bodies were pressed closely to each other. I could feel his erection pressing on my lower belly. And what an erection it was. He was hard as a rod and hot and big!

His cock was thrusting into me and i responded in kind. A hand cupped my buttock and greedily pulled it as he thrust. Thus we found a rhythm of hunching back and forth, while he whispered how beautiful my breasts were and how sexy my nipples were. Now that it became apparent my desires had got the better of me, my hand reached down and stroked his big cock. I grabbed the thick cock. I could feel that he was so long and so big. I stroked up and down his length, feeling the hard shaft beneath the soft skin. He gasped in pleasure. He reached for my salwar. I helped him pull it down and off my body. He pulled me closer and again started kissing my nipples, and at the same time, caressing my thighs. Our naked bodies wriggled against each other.

He than made me lie down on bed and removed my panty. I was fully exposed to another man but all I was thinking about was the time when he would start loving me. He lied down besides me and caressed all my body, slowly moving his hand all over my breasts, stomach, my thighs. “You have beautiful body Anu, you know that”. He said. I smiled and shook me head in a no. Really, you are so beautiful, each and every part of you, your breasts, your thighs, your legs, all are so perfect, he was saying. As he spoke, I was getting a feeling of confidence in myself, I was thinking about myself as someone beautiful, some one who can get hard a 20 year old. I had little flab on my belly, I had somewhat sagging and smaller boobs but I was feeling beautiful, and I was confident that I was arousing this boy. First time in my life, I was feeling comfortable while being naked.

As he talked, his hardness was pushing against my thighs. He brought his hands to my thighs and in a circular motion, began to caress me, coming closer and closer to my spot. Unlike first time, he was being patient now, slow and steady. He moved his fingers in my hair between my legs, all the time giving small pecks on my forehead and looking at my face. I closed my eyes, waiting. His fingers touched me but didn’t push in. he moved them up a bit and I thought he was trying to locate my clit. I thought about helping him but than decided against it. He was touching me and looking at me. Suddenly his fingers flicked against my clit and I let out sharp breath. He knew he had found the spot and started touching me there. God, my juices were running all over his hand. Slowly, touching me there, he came on top of me, parting my legs with his knee.

I opened my legs wide for him to snuggle into. I had closed my eyes and waited with my breath held. He lifted himself up on one arm and with other, placed his dick between my legs and gave a light push. It slid up towards my belly. He tried it a few more times but every time, it did not go in. I smiled, thinking that the poor guy was doing it for the first time. When me and hubby did it first time, I was a virgin but he was not. But this boy was touching a lady for the first time, getting confused. I brought my hand between us and held his hardness. He was huge and hot and it curved up at an angle. Ii had to push it down to place it on the opening. I lifted my lower body on my toes and placing his dick on my wetness, gave him a gentle pull. He got the message and gave a small push. Wow, it was like some iron rod had been put inside me.

It slid in, slowly, inch by inch. In a few pushes, he was entering me. Even after fifteen years of marriage, my hubby had to lubricate his dick to enter me or otherwise it became painful but this young man had made me so hot and wet that he was going in like a hot knife in butter. I moaned at the utmost delicious sensation as he slowly eased his long cock into me. He was long!! It took sweet forever to bury it deep inside, to the hilt Slowly, looking into my eyes, he pulled it and again pushed it in. wow, it was so different. He was so much more harder, his shape and size were different, he was touching different places inside me. ..He was huge but he was doing it so slowly. Beautifully. I started to float with him. My arms went around his body and started and my hands started to move on his smooth back.

His hard and smooth hips were rubbing against my inner thighs, and his beautiful face was rubbing against my cheeks, telling me how good he was feeling. My hips began to move with his thrusts, falling in his rhythm. My eyes were closed, he kissed them, kissed my forehead, my nose, my cheeks, it was like he was kissing my soul. I opened my eyes and we looked at each other, as our bodies were locked into the most intimate coupling. The pleasure and love in his eyes was the most precious thing to me. This time he was being gentler, easing back before slowly pushing his way home. I couldn’t believe how hard he felt. He drew back then thrust again, a little harder this time.

Again I was unable to prevent myself from gasping and moving with his thrust. He slowly pulled out and then swiftly thrust in completely, I gasped in pleasure, and I knew it was going to be different. We were looking at each other and he increased his rhythm. He started doing it faster, but each time his eyes asking a question whether I was comfortable or not. Slowly, his power and thrusts increased. He was now pounding into me. The bed shook like there was an earthquake; it banged against the wall with a loud thud with every thrust of his. I was in heaven. My hands were massaging his shoulders and my feet rubbed his calves as he moved in me. Something was building up inside me, something big. My breathing was becoming shallower.

I wrapped my legs over his smooth hard buttocks and I pulled his buttocks down as he thrust into me. My head was spinning with pleasure. I started to kiss his biceps, biting him, hurting him but he was so gentle. He kissed my forehead as I did it. My hands were feeling his muscles, his back, his biceps, and his upper thighs. He was carved from marble, smooth but hard. We were moving in a different rhythm, sometimes deep and slow, sometimes short and fast. God, it was beautiful. Suddenly, I felt my muscles tensed and my back arching upwards, I was gasping for breath. I pulled his face down and to my own surprise; I kissed him on his smooth sensual lips. His breath smelled of cloves and cinnamons. I was kissing him hard, sucking on his tongue, something that I have never done.

He was touching my nipples with his right hand. Than my body shook, I widened my legs more, and than it happened. The pressure in my pussy was so unbearably pleasurable. He thrust hard once more and I was caught in the frenzy of my orgasm. Spasms after spasms of wave ripped through my core as my vaginal walls contracted in rhythm with the wave. I held him tight against me, not letting him out of me. He held it hard and deep inside me throughout my climax which lasted for what seemed like one lifetime. I was grunting like an animal, real real loud. My back was arched into him, my arms crushing him into my breasts.

I never ever came like that. My orgasms were always labored, like a torture, like a punishment where I grinded myself with gritted teeth and frowned face. But it was so different. For first time, I had not orgasmed, but some one else had made me orgasm. The feeling was intense. I gasped for breath and as it subsided, and my release on his body loosened, I began to cry. He was still hard inside me. He spoke nothing. I started to cry and sob, tears flowing down my cheeks. It was like some hidden volcano has burst inside me, as if I was letting out my feelings after long long time. I did not feel any shame that he was looking at me as I cried. It was like that I wanted to cry because I was with him, in his arms. I cried for I don’t know how long, and he just looked at me, not moving but his hands moving in my hair and kissing my tears as they flowed. I closed my eyes. Slowly, without moving, he pulled the sheet and covered our bodies. I was sobbing still, but lightly and than I fell asleep. I have a vague feeling of him pulling away and lying besides me and than moving his fingers in my hair but than I drifted off.

I woke after god knows what time and he was sleeping with me, his arm and leg around me, holding me, hiding me from everyone. He was looking like a small child, so innocent. For long, I kept staring at his face. He was someone that I had known for a few hours and yet, I felt a strong feeling for him. I didn’t even know what his real name was, and he didn’t even know who I was but yet, we felt together.

I got up, careful not to awake him and covering him with a sheet. I checked his phone, it was 2 30. I will call my husband at around 5 AM, I thought. My clothes were lying in a heap on the carpet. I checked the packet that he had kept under the mattress. They were flavored condoms. These kids, I smiled and put them back again.

I was stark naked. The light was on, we hadn’t switched it off. I sat on the sofa for some time. I was feeling beautiful, confident. I picked up my phone, but thought against switching it on. I went to the loo and checked myself in the bathroom mirror. I was feeling beautiful. I was slim, I had a nice face, I had a beautiful son, great job. I was living in a decent city. I had some great friends, relatives. Suddenly life felt beautiful. It was like I was being reborn. If there s any moment in my life when I felt content, it was that, standing before a mirror in a bathroom in a hotel, with a 20 year old sleeping outside. I smiled to myself in the mirror, and blew myself a kiss.

I came out and sat on the bed by his side. He was sleeping like a baby. I felt like hugging him, holding him against my body. I slid in the sheet and stared ruffling his hair, playfully pulling at his ears. Sleepily, he opened his eyes and gave me a wide smile. I looked into his sleepy eyes. “Ishu, im hungry”, I said, not thinking of anything else to say. “There s biscuit packet in my bag, we’ll eat that”, he said. I pulled off the sheet and walked naked across the room, bending over on his bag and getting the packet out. He whistled from his bed playfully and I flashed a smile at him. I went near his bed and opening the pack, said” ill eat alone, im so hungry”.

Not fair, he said and got up. I teased him and ate one biscuit. He tried to grab it but I moved away. He jumped off the bed and came towards me but I ran across the room, he following me. We were both nude, and both oblivious to it. Ok, I said, we’ll share. We both sat on the sofa and started eating. Who would have believed it, 41 year old successful career women, with a grown up son, sitting nude with a young boy less than half his age. He was sitting opposite me and we were chatting while we ate. I was feeling light and refreshed and after so many years, feeling real hungry. While we ate, he suddenly told me, will you dance. Are you crazy I said? But he got his phone and played a slow English song. He got me up and hugging me, we started slow dancing in the room.

I was laughing, telling him that I didn’t know how to dance and that he was crazy. He put my hand on his shoulder and another around his back and put both his hands on my lower back .I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling his warmth on my body. We moved across the room, slowly and the song was playing on a repeat. I had never done anything like that even in my college days and it felt good and real romantic. His hands were moving on my back, caressing me, feeling my smooth skin. Than, moved to my ass, his powerful hands kneaded my buttocks. I felt him getting hard against my lower belly. We were now rubbing hard against each other.

He was fully hard now, and was almost hurting me in my belly. I looked up into his eyes and he smiled at me. Those innocent eyes were irresistible, so vulnerable. He was so sweet and so young. I wanted to see him content, see him pleased. I pulled his head down and kissed him full on his lips. We kissed each other for along long time, kissing and sucking on each others tongues in turn. He was now thrusting into me, unable to control. I could feel his dick flexing with raw power and excitement, rubbing against me. I kissed his shoulders and his arms, strong and hard. Than I moved my tongue over his nipples and his moved down to his smooth chest.

He had very smooth chest and it felt I was touching some stone statue. I kissed and caressed his stomach; he had a six pack, so hard and every muscle flexing. My hands were moving on his strong thighs, and I could his muscles bulge out from his thighs. His hard on was now rubbing on my neck. He smelled real great and musky, and real clean. I looked up at him and grabbed his hardness in my hand. His skin was so smooth, like a baby. Even the colour of his dick was fairer and milky like his own. I could not stop myself and started to kiss him.

He looked down and smiled at me. He had a nice shape, curving up and pointing straight at my lips. I kissed it and than I put my lips around it. The feeling was wonderful. I think I was enjoying as much as he was. He put his hands in my hair and started to massage my hair. My hands were on his ass and I was pulling him towards me. He was too big but I tried my best to take him in, pleasure him to the fullest. From his expressions, I guessed I was doing a great job on him, He was pushing into me and I had to move a hand between us to stop him from pushing too deep.

Suddenly, he picked me up and put me on the sofa. I laid back and relaxed, knowing that he’ll soon take me to another world again. He came and sat on the floor and looking at me, began touching my thighs. I had a dense bush between my legs, even a few greys. Normally, I would have been very conscious about exposing myself in that condition but I had become so casual, so confident in my body that I opened my legs for him. He kissed me on my thighs, than my inner thighs and than, slowly, between my legs. He rubbed his tongue around it, slowly focusing on my clit. God, it was beautiful. His tongue was doing the trick one me, and I was moaning.

He was looking up as he kissed me between my legs and this time, instead of closing my eyes, I looked straight in to his eyes. The feeling was building up. I was hot and wet down there and he was doing wonders. I could not bear it any longer. I held him by his hair and pulled him on top of me. He positioned himself on me. His dick was rock hard and I could feel it throbbing and pulsating against my slit. Wow, I said and reaching underneath, wrapped my fingers around his cock. He, lifting my thighs a bit, entered me in one smooth push. He started with deep slow pushes and took me along with him. The kid was a fast learner, I thought.

I straightaway got hold of his face and started to suck on his lips. My breasts were firmly pressed against his chest and i wrapped my legs and arms around him, hugging him to my body. He started pounding me, very strongly. I was meeting each thrust by pushing up my hips. He banged me so hard that the sofa started to slide on the floor of the room, on the carpet. He picked me up from the sofa and took me in his arms, thrusting in me in a standing position. I was a thin slim woman and he was muscular boy, he held me like a doll, pushing hard in me. I had put my arms around his neck. He let go me and told me to unwrap my arms.

My legs were wrapped around him but I was held up only by the power of his dick. He than took me to the wall and with my back to the wall, started to pound me. With every thrust, he looked into my eyes and asked,” like it”. And with every thrust, I thrusted back with an answer, “oh yes”. I don’t know how much time he kept doing it. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, and I wiped it with my hand and kissed him lovingly. He than took me to the bed and dropped me, telling me to lie on my stomach. He roughly pulled my buttocks up and entered me from behind. This kid was a great lover, far far better than I had ever dreamed.

My face was in a pillow, and I was in another world. I closed my eyes, imagining I had died and gone somewhere else. Only thing that was escaping my lips again and again was, “oh, im in heaven”. He was doing it very hard now, grunting each time he pushed into me. I never thought I could take it so rough but I loved every thrust. I was so wet that every time he pushed into me, it made slopping sound. He held me from my hair and rode me rough. I loved everything that he was doing to me, every moment of it. I could feel my juices flowing down my thighs, to the white bed sheet.

His speed increased and he started to hump me with small quick pushes. I knew he was near his climax. I wanted to tell him to be careful and pull out but somehow, didn’t say it, afraid it might disturb him; I wanted to see him getting relief, whatever the cost. While doing it hard, he picked up his shorts from the bed. He pushed into me very deep, again and again, and with a grunt, pulled out and spurted his semen into his shorts. My god, even at that moment, he was thinking about me, careful not to cause any problems for me. He was still breathless when I got up and hugged him. “my baby, I love you”, I said. I held his head against my breast and we both lied down on bed and remained there, for long long time.

We both went to the washroom and he got busy in the shower. I sat down on the loo, not even giving a second thought to what I was doing. He showered and stood in front of me and we were both talking to each other as I urinated, and it felt like it was the most natural thing to do. When I finished, he opened the star water valve and I washed my private parts in the water jet, in front of him. He had kept his shorts in a corner. I picked up his soiled shorts and started washing it. He objected but I said it was ok. He said thanks and gave me a huge kiss on my neck from behind

We came on the bed and dropped down, tired like hell. He took me in his arms, and looked in my eyes. I don’t know what came over me, I kissed him on his forehead and said,” Ishu, I love you jaan”. He smiled and hugged me tight. We talked for some time and than we both drifted off to sleep.

After some time, I woke up. It was about 4 30 in the morning and time to go. Ishu was sleeping, naked, bed sheet lying away from his body. I looked at him for a long time, admiring this kid, as a friend, as a kid, as a lover. He was sleeping so carelessly, one arm behind his head and other on his stomach. His legs were slightly open and his smooth, soft dick was lying on his right thigh. Just the sight filled me with passion and love. I knew once I leave, I won’t see him again, ever. Tears welled up in my eyes. I felt like telling him to take me away, but I knew it was not possible and I knew I won’t do that. I stared at him and than, I kissed his forehead.

He was fast asleep. I threw away my bed sheet and lied on top of him. He barely felt my weight. Sleepily, he put his arms around me and held me tight. It felt so good, his naked body touching mine, all over. We lay their, saying nothing, just enjoying the moment. After some time, I shifted my weight a little and felt that he was rock hard again. I pinched him and he laughed. I could not believe that he was ready yet again. And I, who never had sex twice in a night for almost more than 10 years, was ready for the third round too. I smiled to myself. I was feeling like I was 18. His hands moved to my ass and he started to rouse my clit with his fingers, making me moan in pleasure. I slid a bit lower and his tip touched me. I told him not to move as I straddled him, taking him only slightly into me.

I moved slowly up and down on the head of his cock driving him wild. Looking into his eyes, I lifted myself slightly and then plunge his cock deep inside me, lifting up to tease him again. I played with the head of his cock, plunging again, totally in control. I did this again and again, until he grabbed me forcing me to stop. I then sat on him moving my hips back and forth, in my own rhythm. He felt hard and burning inside me, an iron pillar. I touched my lower belly and I could feel him move inside me. I held his hand and put it there to let him feel his movements inside me. I held his hands and started to move, smiling at him. He was playing with my nipples, pinching my nipples lightly, and sometimes lifting his head and sucking on them.

I felt the feelings building inside me. I quickened my pace and saw Ishu’s face. He was looking lovingly at me, and I smiled back, my eyes misty with pleasure. I held on to his hands, holding them tightly as climax hit me. I didn’t close my eyes but kept looking at him, smiling all the time. It was great. I could feel our wetness on his abdomen. I dropped on him, exhausted. It was first time in my life that I had climaxed looking into someone s eyes, and smiling. We lay their for some time. After I regained myself, I told him to go ahead and do it, and get on with his orgasm but he smiled and told me that it was ok. I pulled myself from him and he was still wet and hard, his hardness glistening with our juices.

He lay their, watching me as I gathered my clothes. I put on my salwar and than my bra. I sat before him and told him to hook up my bra, something that I never asked my hubby to do. He did it and kissed me on my back. I wore my suit, my sandals, my duppata. I switched on my phone and gave a missed call to my hubby, along with a message to pick me up immediately from outside the hotel. Somehow, I didn’t want him to come to the room. It was something that was mine, our heaven.. He was lying there, his dick still hard, looking at me.

I went to him and sat by him. “jaanu, I loved it”. I said. I wanted to tell him that I have never in my life thought it could be so much fun, that he had instilled a new confidence, new beauty in me, that I love myself now, thanks to him. I preferred to say nothing. He kissed me back. “Ishu, you are still hard jaanu”, I said. I looked down at his hardness and felt an urge of holding it. I grasped it. We were talking about meeting again, about him sending us a mail and tying up but I knew my hubby would not do that. As we talked, I started to move my hand over his dick. God, I wished, give me some more moments with him, please. We laid there, both silent now, my head on his stomach, looking in his eyes and playing with him. Than, my phone rang. I stood up with a jerk.

He looked at me with longing eyes, and I could see that he knew it was last time he was seeing me. I gave him a peck on his lips and as I gathered my purse and phone, I told him to be on bed as I will go down to my husband. Anu, he said, “I will tell your husband as much as you want me to tell”. As I was about to leave, I embraced him and kissing his forehead, I whispered in his ear, “tell him nothing”. I ran like mad out of the room, without looking back.

Husband was waiting for me, outside in the car. It was already getting lighter, new day was beginning. We drove silently. We reached home and I went to my son’s room. He was looking like an angel, sleeping so soundly. I kissed him on his forehead and came to our room. I wanted to sleep, but he was with me, lying by my side and asking me how it went. I told him nothing happened. He asked me than why didn’t I come back earlier and I told him that he was an interesting kid and we kept talking the whole night and than thought that going at this hour would cause suspicion in hotel staff and thus, we talked and talked for whole night.

Really, he asked and I said, really, “apki kasam”. He fell silent for a while and than, opened my salwar and pulled it down to my knees. He got out his half hard tool and tried to push it in but it burned and I told him to stop. He applied some spit on it, and I closed my eyes in disgust. He entered me roughly, and I did not even feel anything. I guess I had loosened up a bit. He pushed his hand in my suit and started to grab my breasts. His breathing became heavy and he bent down to kiss me. A stench came over me and I turned my face away. I told him to pull out and not come inside me and he cursed and pulled out, spraying it on my thighs and my suit.

He moved away, telling me to hand over his towel and underwear. I did what he said, and than went to the bathroom to clean myself. When I returned, he was asleep. I knew he would ask Ishu about last night but I knew that he won’t tell him anything and it would always be our secret. I went to my son’s room. He was sleeping, an innocent look on his face. He always said that his mother was most beautiful women in the world. Today, I knew I was.