Brother In Law seducing his Bhabhi (Part 2)

After the cleanup, bhabhi made a nice tea with ginger in it for both of us. We sat on the sofa in the living room, very close to each other. I put my arm around her and held the tea cup in other hand. "Oh! it feels so romantic to sit in your arms like this Anil. I and your brother have never cuddled like this ever." "Ummm" I responded and kissed her cheeks. "When you and I are togather, don't talk about my brother Bhabhi. It turns me off" I said. She laughed and said, "Turns you off or makes you feel guilty for stealing his wife?" We both laughed. "Okay! I will not talk about him." Bhabhi said. It was about 4:30 now and it was time for Mohit's school to end its session. Bhabhi asked me if I could fetch him from school on the bike so he would be happy. I agreed and stepped out of the house.

Since I took my bike to Mohit's school, I reached pretty early. So, to kill time, I took a stroll around the school. When I saw the chemist, I realized that I had to buy condoms. I had never bought condoms in the past. Since the chemist had no rush, I approached the store. Before I could even ask for it, two ladies came to the shop asking for sanitary napkins. But seeing them, I got very nervous. They did not hesitate to ask for the sanitary napkins, but I felt so nervous asking for a condom. The chemist asked me what I wanted, so I just asked for few Halls tablets and lingered there until the ladies went. After they went, I asked the chemist for condoms. Due to the fear of someone else over hearing, I spoke so soft that the chemist did not even understand. I had no choice but loudly ask for it. Good lord! I finally had enough courage to ask for condoms. But it was not easy.

The bugger asked me what type, flavored, ribbed, max pleasure which ones. Now that made a difficult choice. Stupidly, I asked him what the difference is. The chemist naughtily smiled and asked, "You seem a newbie. Who are you doing with Girl friend or wife or prostitute?" Oh man! I was not going to do with either of these. I was going to do it with my Bhabhi. But I could not have said that so I said girl friend. He finally gave me a 10-pack of Kamsutra deluxe ribbed condoms wrapped in a paper bag. I paid him and as I left, I heard him saying, "Enjoy!" I looked back at him and smiled.

As I brought Mohit home, Bhabhi gave us warm snacks and then sat with Mohit to check his homework. I went to my room and relaxed. It was indeed a hectic day for me. At night when we were having dinner, I could not see my brother Rohan eye to eye. But surprisingly Shobha Bhabhi was normal as usual. As if nothing had happened between her and me. She had actually cheated on my brother today. But me being a party of crime, I had no morale right to be angry upon her. I convinced myself that my brother must not be keeping her happy. That night, I again masturbated thinking of what happened in the noon and went to bed.

Next day, I saw Shobha Bhabhi logged in the yahoo chat in the noon. I pinged her, "Hey my sweetest Bhabhi, How are you". She sent me a kissing smiley and said, "Me doing good my sexy brother in law!" Her Instant message brought an instant hardness in my pants. I looked around to make sure that no one was reading my chats and then I too sent her a kissing smiley. "I feel like coming home right now to be with you Jaanu!" I said. "mmmm... You are making me hot dear" my Bhabhi said. Man! I could not stop now. "Wait." I wrote to her and went to my team lead.

I told my team lead that I felt very uneasy and the headache was very bad even after taking crocin so had to go. I also told him that I would cover up for lost time by coming on weekend. Being a typical boss, the bugger liked the idea that his team's productivity would not be down so he agreed. Swiftly, I came back to my desk and wrote to her "I am coming to you Jaanu!!! Be ready" "Hurraaay!" She wrote. She also did not forget to remind me about the condoms. I shut my PC down, picked up my helmet and left the office.

I reached home in 45 minutes. I thought it was the longest ever drive I have had. I impatiently kept ringing the door until Bhabhi opened it. As soon as I entered the house, I shut the door behind me and took her in my arms and started kissing her wildly. She stopped me and said "Lets go to my bedroom". I followed her. As we entered the bedroom, I locked the bedroom door. "Brought Condoms?" She asked. "Yes! Let me get them from my room" I said and swiftly left her bedroom to fetch condoms. I entered her bedroom waving condoms in my hand. She smiled as she removed her clothes. "Take your clothes off" She ordered me. I threw the condom's pack on the bed and removed my clothes. My erect tool popped out.

She lied on the bed and opened her arms inviting me over her. I jumped over her and started kissing her again. "You are so sexy bhabhi." I said. "ummm" she responded. "Suck my nipple" she whispered. I moved down and picked her left side nipple and licked it and started sucking it. My cock was rubbing over her inner thigh. She moaned softly. After giving a good suck to both of her boobs for a minute or so, She pulled one condom from the pack and opened it and gave to me. I wore it over my tool and then she asked me to lie on my back and she came over me. She held my cock and inserted inside her vagina. "Ah!" I exclaimed. I just lost my virginity. Despite wearing the condom, I could feel the wetness and warmth of her insides. Bhabhi rested her knees on the bed alongside my legs and did up and down movement with my cock inside her. As she moved, her boobs bounced. I put my hands over them to squeeze them. She bent forward to kiss me. Her boobs pressed against my chest. My hands held her buttocks. What a feeling it was.

After a pause in this position for 10 seconds or so, She again started stroking me. As she stroked, she moaned. As she increased her pace of stroking, her moans became deeper. I was enjoying watching her boobs bounce as I held her ass. We were totally involved in the act and her mobile rang. "Oh no! who is calling me now?" she said and reached her mobile. "Its your brother!" she said looking at the number and picked up the phone. Bhabhi was talking to my brother while still riding on me, with my erect cock inside her. I watched her naked body and caressed her beautiful boobs, and listened to her conversation. "Anil is home today. He got bad headache" she was telling her husband. Probably my brother asked her to give me crocin because she was telling him, "Don't worry, I will give him a good medicine. He should be fine by the time you return. Don't worry. Now let me hang up and look after your brother okay? Muaaah" She hung up the phone. "Look after your brother huh?" I asked and we laughed. "My poor brother does not know how his wife looks after his brother" I said. We both laughed again. Bhabhi again kissed me and said, "You should thank your brother for not paying attention at me. Else, you would never get a piece of me!" "Oh! bhabhi, I would be missing something precious then!"

Now Shobha bhabhi asked me to sit on the bed instead of lying down. I did so. She again came over me and inserted my dick and wrapped her arms around my neck. Our bodies were rubbing against each other. I held her by the flanks. her legs wrapped around my waist. It was a great love making position. We both kissed each other as she moved up and down. She moved such that my dick would get deep inside her touching her uterus and then she would move up so it retracted towards the opening. She was so wet that it was very smooth movement.

I bent my head down to kiss her boobs. She parted her upper body from me and bent backwards with the support of her arms resting on the bed. Her boobs lifted upwards and I kissed and sucked them. "Don't bite whatsoever ok? Your brother will suspect otherwise!" She instructed me. So I was careful while sucking and licking her boobs. She kept on moving up and down. We both were very intimate now. We forgot about our relationship of Bhabhi and Dewar. We were just a man and woman, united together, experiencing the bliss. Her long moans were indicative of her satisfaction. I wondered how come my brother ignored such a sexy, horny wife. He had to be a looser. Thank goodness at least I recognized her potential. Else, she would go outside of our family to get satisfied.

It must have been 10 minutes we'd been having intercourse, when Bhabhi separated from me. She looked completely under the control of sex god. She now lied on the bed with her legs folded in knees. She asked me to come in between her legs and insert my cock. I did so with her guidance. "Fuck me hard now!" She ordered. I felt like a slave of my dear bhabhi. But I didn't mind being her slave. She has always commanded me in past. As an elder brother's wife, she had right to command me.

I started stroking her. "Hard harder Anil!" she said. I followed her instruction. "Oh, fuck me baby fuck!" she exclaimed. I couldn't believe that my otherwise conservative, god worshiping bhabhi was actually using the word FUCK. It was so exciting. I started stroking her harder. Bhabhi was biting her lips and holding back her desire to scream. I sensed that my cock inside was immersed in her juices and there was some spray like sensation. I had read in books that only few women ejaculate at high intensity. That time I wondered if I would ever experience such ejaculation, and as a matter of fact, I experienced a strong woman ejaculation on the day of loosing virginity. I must have been very lucky! That spray like feeling was enough for me to loose my control. I got deep inside my bhabhi and gave 2-3 jerks to ejaculate. She opened her eyes and looked at me and said, "What an experience Anil! Thanks!" "Oh you are welcome Bhabhi" I murmured and fell on her naked body. I was damn exhausted.

Bhabhi asked, "Tired my boy?" "Hmmm" I said. She moved her hand over my head and we remained like that speechless. I was feeling very light. After lying like that for 3-4 minutes, I got up and looked at her. She pulled my head and kissed me and said, "You did well Anil!" "So did you my dear!" I said to my Bhabhi. We then got separated. I picked up my clothes and went to my study and bhabhi went inside her bathroom to cleanup.

Brother In Law seducing his Bhabhi

It was a rainy Thursday afternoon. I was home since the college was closed for two days due to the professors' strike. After taking meals,I had come to my study room. The atmosphere was such that I did not feel like picking up any book to study. So, I rummaged through my cupboard and pulled up a couple of playboy magazines my friend had loaned to me. I plunged into the bed and started browsing through the magazine. The white smooth naked boobs of the models were arousing enough and my tool started responding to those pictures by growing in size. Automatically, my hand went inside the pants and started rubbing it. But my pants were too tight, so I unbuckled and lowered the pants and underwear. My fully erect penis immediately popped up like a pole and I started stroking it gently while enjoying the beauty of playboy magazine.

Not even two minutes passed since I started stroking my erect penis in the open, and my study room's door was pushed open and Shobha Bhabhi walked in the room saying to me something like "Anil, the rain is wetting these clothes. I will dry them in your room". But when she had a sight of me lying on the bed half naked, she just froze like a statue, her eyes widened, her jaw dropped and the clothes she held falling on the floor. I swiftly hid the magazine under the pillow and covered myself with a bed sheet and rose from the bed. Shobha Bhabhi too got back to her senses. She gave me a stern look and left the room immediately. While leaving, she banged the door shut. I was shaking with shame and the worry that she will complain to my elder brother Rohan.

After Shobha Bhabhi left the room, I wore my pants and picked up all the washed clothes bhabhi threw on the floor. I hung them on the drying line to dry. Since it was afternoon time, I had thought that Bhabhi must be going to take her daily noon nap so I wasn't expecting her to enter my room until 3:30PM when she would bring me tea. It was a mistake to keep the door unlocked. I told myself to be careful next time. Next time? Would there be next time? Would I dare to do these things next time? I wondered.

After passing my 12th three years ago, I had moved from our village in Karnataka to Bangalore to study Computer Engineering and stayed with my brother Rohan his wife Shobha and their son Mohit. Rohan worked in a MNC. Shobha Bhabhi was a housewife and Mohit went to primary school. Bhabhi came from a very orthodox upper class family and was very strict but caring person. Ever since I started living with them, she had made sure to serve me warm food and ensure that I was studying hard. Although she wouldn't know much about what I studied, she certainly used to check if my studies were on track or no. Fortunately, I used to score good marks. Only once had I scored just passing level marks in Maths and Shobha bhabhi had given me a long lecture about importance of academic scores. In summary, I was quite scared of Shobha Bhabhi.

I shed all the thoughts from my mind and started studying. At 3:30, Bhabhi knocked the door and said "Anil, tea is kept on the dining table" and walked away. I could imagine that she was still very angry. I opened the study door and went to the dining room. The my tea cup was lying on the dining table. Bhabhi was not to be seen. She was probably in her bedroom. I picked up my cup and went to the study room and continued studying. But I could not focus. I was still thinking about the incident and wondering how I would win my Bhabhi's confidence back. I replayed the afternoon incident in my mind. Bhabhi had seen my naked, erect penis. That thought made my penis rise again. "Oh no! what is happening to me?" I thought. Imagining my bhabhi seeing my erect penis was arousing me. Shobha bhabhi was in her early 30's was very beautiful. She had a very good physique. But she always wrapped herself well in clothes so exploring her assets was quite difficult. Still, I had a glimpse of her cleavage once in a while when her pallu dropped accidentally while doing household chores. But so far, I had ignored the sight of those cleavages. But today, I was getting only bad thoughts about my Bhabhi.

At dinner, Bhabhi seemed normal. But I was very quiet since I was expecting the worst thing, my brother knowing about the incident. I feared that he would throw me out of his house. But nothing like that happened. As a matter of fact, my brother asked me why I was quiet. I did not lift my eyes and just said, everything was alright. But he would not believe. He asked Bhabhi, "Shobha, what happend to Anil? He is very quiet?" I was shivering from inside thinking what Shobha Bhabhi would say. But I was surprised with her answer, "He must be tensed about the exams. Anil, you need to study very hard.." She said. I was so relieved with her response. But at the same time I don't know why I thought that she intended a pun when she said the word "hard". Did she intend to remind me about my hardness in the afternoon? I just couldn't stop thinking about the incident. Other than this discussion, the dinner was uneventful.

At night, after I got in my study room, I locked the door from inside. I could not get rid of the dirty thoughts about bhabhi. I removed my paijamas and underwear and started stroking my penis while imagining that my dear bhabhi was stroking it and telling me that you have to make it hard. The way she had uttered the word "hard" at the dinner table was very sexy. I started stroking faster. I realized that I was going to cum. So, I paused and looked for a cloth to wipe. Suddenly, I spotted my bhabhi's panty hanging on the drying lines. A wild thought came in my mind and I pulled it. I smelled her panty, but I only smelled the detergent. I wrapped her panty around my penis. Oh! what a warm feeling it was. I shut my eyes and imagined of my bhabhi in that panty and rubbed my penis. It was feeling like my body was getting electrified. I had lost all my senses. I rubbed harder and harder and in few more strokes, I had a huge orgasm. I ejaculated my semen with the force I had never experienced in the past. My bhabhi's panty abosorbed my whole semen. I wiped my penis with it. Now I got dressed again and washed her panty in the basin and hung it back on the drying line. I was now so exhausted that I ignored studying and went back to sleep.

Several days passed by. Bhabhi was acting normal with me now. As if she had forgotten this incident completely. But the incident had changed my outlook towards Bhabhi. Now, she used to be my star fantasy to masterbate on. Now the way I looked at her also changed. I never missed an oppotunity to spot her accidentally viewable cleavage or her bare tummy visibile from a side view. One day, when I was having my breakfast, Bhabhi said to me that she was going to take a bath in my bathroom since their bathroom had a choke-up problem. She also instructed me to stay outside of the study room until she was done. I nodded. As she went, I started having wild ideas. Shobha Bhabhi was having a bath in my bathroom. The thought gave me an instant hard. I waited on the dining table until I heard the bathroom door closed and the taps running in my bathroom. I gathered courage and got up from the chair and sneaked into my room. I was hearing Bhabhi singing her favorite song while bathing. My bathroom has a key hole through which one can get a sneak peek. Actually, its a stupid idea to have a key hole to the bathroom door, but somehow, the carpenter put it and no one bothered to change later. And since only I was using the bathroom most of the times, it was not a big issue. Now that stupidity of the carpenter was a huge gift for me. I sneaked through it and oh my! I was seeing my bhabhi's bare back and her ass crack. I started rubbing my cock right there while enjoying the view of her wet naked body from behind. What a smooth texture of skin she had. And her plump ass was very inviting. I was hoping that she would turn around to give me the glimpse of her naked boobs but due to excitement I started shaking and to avoid getting in trouble, I returned to the dining table and started eating breakfast.

After 10 minutes, Bhabhi came out of the room. She was wearing fresh clothes and her wet hair tied in a cloth. She walked to me and said, "Anil, I found your watch in bathroom. Take it. And don't leave things around like this". While taking the watch, I felt the touch of her hand. In past so many times have I experienced such touch, but today it was so different that it sent current through my entire body. It was warm and very soft. Oh man! I was again having a hard on in my pants. "Thanks Bhabhi!" I said and left the dining room. I wanted to shag immediately, but with the fear of she again finding out my dirty secret, I dropped that idea and left the house on the pretext of studying at the library. Since then I must have seen her 3-4 times through the keyhole. I was glad that the plumber was not able to remove the clogging from their bathroom.

Now I really wanted to have sex with my bhabhi. I had fantasized about her so much that now I wanted the real taste of her. But how would that be possible? She was very strict and orthodox. Sometimes I even wondered if she ever has sex with my brother. And if she does, then how she must be reacting to my brother's humping. "Hope she doesn't chant some prayers and doesn't ask the god for forgiving the sins she made while having sex" I used to think and laugh to myself.

Months passed. I graduated engineering with first rank in the entire college. I had scored very high marks and secured a very good job in a campus interview. Every one was very happy. Actually my scores were superior to my brother's. Both Rohan Bhai and Shobha Bhabhi were very excited. We all celebrated my graduation and the new job in a five star hotel.

After I got the job, I mentioned once to my brother and bhabhi that it was time for me to look for new accommodation for myself and not remain as a burden on them. My brother was surprised with my proposal and said, "You are my brother Anil. How can you be a burden? Don't spend money on rents. Accumulate enough for your marriage." My bhabhi was very angry with my thoughts. She said, "Are we so distant to you now? Why do you want to move out? Who will cook warm food for you? Don't be stupid like this Anil." I felt bad. I said, "Sorry Bhabhi. I did not want to hurt you. I like you so much. I will not move out. I will continue staying with you. But at least don't ask me to study now." We all laughed. I was so relieved that I was not causing a burden. Also, I was happy that I would get to be around my secret love more often.

I must admit, after my graduation, my bhabhi's attitude towards me had changed. She was no more a disciplinary person with me. Earlier, she behaved with me as if I was a kid. But now she had started becoming more friendly. I had bought a computer from my first salary. So, I taught her how to operate it. She was a quick learner. I also introduced her to facebook and gmail, chat etc. She often chatted with me on gtalk when I was at work and she was alone at home. Overall, we were developing a very good friendship. In three months of starting a job, I also bought a bike on loan. The day I brought the bike, Shobha Bhabhi did its pooja and fed sweets to all of us. I offered her a ride behind me. First she hesitated, but my brother insisted that she goes. Upon his permission, she readied. My nephew Mohit also wanted a ride. So, I made Mohit sit in front of me and Bhabhi sat in the back with her flank facing towards me. Since I had to sit a bit behind to accommodate Mohit, she had a very little room and she was completely sticking to my back. Such a soft touch it was. I had to apply breaks a few times while maneuvering through Bangalore traffic and to adjust the balance, my bhabhi put her hand on my shoulder. I also felt a soft touch on my back and I was sure it was her boobs. The very boobs I was dying to press were resting against my back.

That ride was memorable. After we returned, I asked Mohit and bhabhi to get down and told them that I will take a solo ride. Actually I did so because my dick was so erect that had I got off the bike, it would have been apparent to others. Bhabhi asked me to drive very carefully and waved to me. I took a round for 15-20 minutes and after I was cooled down, returned to home. That night I shagged very hard while recalling the soft touch of her boob on my back. Even though I had the entire world of porn at disposal through my computer, I wanted to shag thinking of my Shobha Bhabhi only. No sexy woman on the planet could beat my bhabhi. God, I wanted her so badly.

I had realized that Shobha Bhabhi indeed used to love a bike ride. Even though my brother had a car, bhabhi often asked me to take the bike out whenever she had to go for vegetable shopping. On the bike, she would causally hold me from behind and I was sure that she had no sexual intention. I gave her ride umpteen number of times and after every ride, I would recollect those casual touches and mind fuck my bhabhi several times. But after my shagging was done, The reality would bite me and remind me that it was impossible to have sex with my bhabhi. She was such a decent woman.

One day, there was a small accident at our office. The electricity transformer had exploded. There was no backup power either. We were given a half day off. So, I returned home at two in the afternoon. I knew it was my Bhabhi's nap time so I retrieved my keys and very gently opened the lock so that her sleep would not be disturbed. As I entered, I gently shut the door and walked to my study room. Surprisingly, the door was half shut. When I approached it, I realized that bhabhi was inside, in front of the computer. And to my surprise, she was video chatting with some unknown man. I also noticed that she had dropped her pallu and she was lifting her blouse to give that man a glimpse of her bare boob. My heart started beating fast.
My bhabhi, who I was dying to have sex with was exposing herself to some jerk on the internet. I was having mixed emotions. I was angry for her act, but at the same time I was very aroused. Without hesitation, I pushed the door and entered the room. Bhabhi was shocked and she shut the monitor and lifted her pallu and said "Anil you?" "Bhabhi what are you doing?" I asked. But she did not respond. She quickly got up and left the room. I was stunned.

I switched on the monitor. That jerk had logged off, but the chat window was open. My bhabhi was having a cyber sex chat with him. He had started asking her to show her boobs when I entered. I was so aroused to read the chat transcript. The woman, who I wondered if ever has sexual feeling, was actually having a slutty chat with a stranger on internet. And I was dying to have her in my arms for last so many days. Shame on me! I thought.

I got up and left my study room to see my Bhabhi. She was standing in the kitchen near the counter top facing away from me. I could see that she was panting heavily. I don't know what happened to me, but I rushed towards her and forcefully turned her towards me and looked in her eyes. My hands held her shoulders. She looked down. The next thing I did was totally unimaginable. I still don't believe I had courage to do it. I lifted her face and kissed her lips. She pushed me away and said "Anil, what are you doing?" But I had lost control over myself. I again pulled her closer to me and said, "You act like sati savitri at home and do such things? I wanted to fuck you so long but you don't let me touch you but you don't mind getting undressed in front of strangers you bitch?" "Leave me Leave me Anil" She screamed and pushed me forcefully. She escaped from my arms and ran towards her bedroom. She locked herself inside.

I started crying. The anger, the arousal and the feeling of dejection, all attacked me at the same time. I sat on the chair with head resting on the dining table. After 15-20 minutes, bhabhi opened the door. I lifted my head to look at her. She too had been crying. Her eyes were sore. She came to me and stood behind me. I was looking away from her. And her hand came on my shoulder. She gently patted my shoulder and said, "Anil, I am sorry for what happened." I stood up from the chair, turned to her and said, "No Bhabhi I am sorry for the bad things I said to you". Her eyes watered again. "Bhabhi.. why did you do this?" I cried and hugged her. There was no sexual feeling at all. "She remained in my arms and started sobbing". After two minutes, She separated herself from me and asked me to sit and she sat besides me on another chair.

She said, "Anil, you are not just a brother in law but my friend too. I will tell you everything. But please please keep it a secret. I don't want to ruin your brother's happiness." "Ok!" I said. My bhabhi saying that she considered me a friend was a great honor for me. I was ready to forgive all her sins for being her friend.

"Your brother and I still have a good married life. But Anil, I am a woman. And every woman needs an attention. Your brother does not understand that. After Mohit was born, your brother has never bought me a single saree or never has appreciated my looks or my body. I know that deep inside, he loves me. But when I am alone, I dream about how it would have been to be appreciated. Whenever I go out, I get looks from other men. It feels nice. I also knew you too liked me." "You knew?" I asked surprisingly. "What do you think Anil I didn't know? Tell me how many times have you peeped through the keyhole when I bathed in your bathroom?" "Bhabhi, how did you know? I used to take so much care." "Yeah thats what you think. But remember, women have sixth sense. You know, the bathroom door reflects on the steel barrel we have against the wall. When you peeped through it, I noticed the movement in the reflection. That's how I knew".

Now it was my turn to be ashamed. I looked down. Bhabhi held my hand and said "That's not the point though. What I was saying is that it felt nice when you peeped like that, or men turned their heads when I went out. But your brother never shows any indication that he is attracted towards me. And my orthodox culture held me back from demanding such attention from him. But still my emotions ruled me at times. I knew you liked me sitting behind you on the bike. So, it was my excuse to get some kinky fun by going out on a bike ride behind you."

I was getting hot now. So, my bhabhi was not the cold , dull orthodox woman the way I thought. She was pretty advanced in these matters. I put my other hand on her hand and said, "So, you liked my touch?" My voice was very husky. She blushed and looked down smiling. I knew this was my chance. She already had some feelings about me. I had to take my next step very carefully. I dragged myself closer to her and pressed her hand. My face was very close to her. I whispered in her ears, "Did you also enjoy my kiss I took in the fit of rage?" She nodded. Wow! It was going well for me. "Then why do you show your beautiful body only to the strangers dear Shobha? Why not to me?" She slapped my hand and said "Shoo! naughty boy".

I did not loose any more time and held her face and kissed her lips again. Then I kissed her neck. I pulled her pallu. "Stop Anil, not here. Let's go to your study room. " She whispered. I released her. She adjusted her pallu and saree and headed towards my study room. I followed her. She sat on the bed and asked me to lock the door. I smiled in agreement and bolted it. I jumped on the bed and pushed her down and climbed over her. I pulled her pallu and kissed her. She held my neck and parted her lips so I could insert my toungue inside. Oh man! I was kissing my Shobha Bhabhi. Then I moved down and kissed her cleavage. She unhooked her blouse and pushed her bra down so that her boob would pop out. I kissed it and started sucking her nipple. "Ah! Ah!" she moaned. I was sucking the boobs of my strict bhabhi, who I used to be so scared of.

Bhabhi patted my shoulder and asked me to separate so she could unhook the bra. I lifted myself from her. She arched her back and unhooked the bra. Then she removed both blouse and the bra. She was topless now. Her big round, white melons and erect tits were so gorgeous. I again started sucking them. My erect cock was rubbing on her crotch. While sucking I bit her nipple. "Ouch!" she screamed and slapped me on my ass. "I looked at her and said, didn't you like it?" "No silly! don't bite me. Your brother can notice." We both smiled. I said, "Ok Shobha! I will be careful". "Why are you calling me Shobha?" she asked. "Becasue we are making love?" I said. "No! call me bhabhi. Especially when we are making love. Its more hot!" I smiled. I had never imagined that my bhabhi would be so advanced sexually. "Take your clothes off Anil. Come to your bhabhi naked" she whispered. I got off her and removed my all clothes. She too removed her saree, petitcoat and panty. Now we were both naked. I again leaped over her and started kissing her. She held my bare ass. Her fingers buried in my bum cheeks. My rod was rubbing over her busy pussy. It was hot and wet.

"I want to fuck you bhabhi!" I whispered. "No! not today Anil." I was surprised with her answer. "But why?" I insisted. "You need to wear a condom" she replied. "But I will pull out my dick it before I cum ". I badly wanted to fuck her. "No, that doesn't work. No risks okay?" her voice became stern as it used to become when she was strict with me. "That's unfair. I am so hot and we are having so much fun, but looks like I will have to shag to get relieved?" "No my dear brother in law! I will help you relieve" She naughtily said. Then she asked me to lie on the bed and she came between my legs. She held my erect cock had a close look at it. "So, this naughty thing gets big when you see me Anil?" She said. "Oh yea bhabhi! He is eager to get inside you." "Ummm! Remember the first time I had accidentally seen you naked Anil?" "How can I forget that incident Bhabhi? I have been shagging on you since that incident." "Really? I too have thought of it many times when I was alone." Bhabhi said while she gently stroked my dick.

"So you want me to be the first woman to take your dick inside Anil?" "Oh yea bhabhi! I do.. " Bhabhi opened her mouth and wrapped he lips around the tip of my dick and slowly pulled her mouth away like eating an ice candy. Her lips rubbed against my tip. "Ah!" I exclaimed. Now bhabhi licked my tip thoroughly making it wait. I crossed my legs around bhabhi's back. She was locked between my legs. Her boobs rubbed against my groin. She held her falling hair in one hand and took my dick in her mouth. The wet and warm touch of her inner mouth sent shivers through my body. It was an unexplainable feeling. I moaned as she stroked my dick with her mouth. Her head lowered and raised over my dick. Whenever she raised her head, she sucked my dick. It was such a grand feeling.

After sucking me about a minute or two, she released my dick and looked at me and asked, "How are you feeling Anil? Is it better than shagging alone?" "Infinite times better Bhabhi!" I said "Don't stop. I want to get my liquid out." She smiled and said "Okay. But tell me when you are ready to release. Don't release in my mouth else I will vomit". "Okay bhabhi, take it take it please!" 'Ok.. but keep praising me loudly when I suck you okay?" I nodded. Bhabhi took my dick inside her mouth and started sucking it. I started praising her looks. Her body. Her sexy boobs. As I continued praising her, her strokes on my dick paced up. It was such an intense experience.

I came to a point where I knew I would ejaculate anytime now. "Stop Bhabhi, its coming out" I yelled. No sooner did she release my dick than I ejaculated. Her entire face was sprayed with my semen. "Eww Anil! Couldn't you wait?" she said. "Sorry! Sorry bhabhi! I couldn't control." I said and I got up to find a towel. Since I didn't find one, I pulled my underwear lying on the floor and wiped her face with it. "Are you ok bhabhi?" I asked her. "Yes my dear brother in law! You had fun?" she asked. "Oh yeah Bhabhi! you are awesome. You made me loose my virginity today!" "Not yet Anil. Virginity will be lost when you get inside me here" she responded while pointing to her naked bushy pussy. "So, when will we do that?" Bhabhi smiled and said, "Get a condom. I do not want to take any chances". "Why you are afraid that Mohit will have a brother fathered by his uncle?" I said naughtily. She slapped me and went to the bathroom to get cleaned. I followed her like I used to, and peeped through the hole again. "I know you are peeping Anil!" I laughed and said, "Yeah Bhabhi, Old habits die hard! your ass is sexy" She also laughed and said. "Now enough for today. Lets cleanup fast. Mohit will come home in 15 minutes". I agreed and I gathered my clothes and waited for her to come out of the bathroom. As she came, she kissed me and said, "Brother in law is sexier than his brother after all huh?" We both laughed. Bhabhi started wearing her clothes and I went to the bathroom to cleanup.

Confessions of a matured lady

Dear readers, today I am going to confess in front of you all of a sin I have committed in the rage of sexual emotions. I am Shobha. A very simple housewife in my early forties. I have a loving husband and a daughter of 13 years in age. I live in a Mumbai suburban area called Malad. My husband Anil is in his mid forties and works for a leading bank as a branch manager. Anil loves me a lot and is very liberal. Unlike many middle class old fashioned husbands, Anil does not worry about me talking to his male friends or my own male friends from college days.

Every day, I take my daughter to school by rickshaw and then do the vegetable shopping and return home by noon. One day after dropping my daughter to school, I was not able to find any rickshaw to go back home. Frustrated by the arrogance of rickshaw drivers, I decided to take a bus. After waiting for 20 minutes, the bus going near my home came. It was very crowded, but I had lost patience and hence got in. There was such a rush that I was being pushed around. I am not used to commute by bus that often. So, I had decided not to make same mistake again. I was holding my grocery bag in one hand and holding the bar on other hand and tried to balance myself in that bumpy ride. I was sandwiched between an old man in the front and a young college going guy behind me.

In a couple of minutes or so, the crowd had settled and I was getting used to balance myself in that moving bus. It is then when I realized that something is being pressed against my buttocks. I turned my head and gave a look to the guy behind me. He shrugged to suggest that he wasn’t pushing intentionally. Looking at the crowd, I tool felt that he was not doing it intentionally. After all, he was just a 19-20 year boy. Why would he grope a married woman in her forties like me?

Few moments passed by and I felt like something being rubbed against my butts. In no time did I realize that the kid behind me had a hard tool and he was rubbing them on my buttocks. And I was actually feeling nice. I decided to ignore. But my lack of reaction probably made the kid bolder because his contact with my body started becoming firm. He had come very close so that his erect tool could be pressed against my buttocks. I felt like a current going through my whole body. My breathing became heavy. I couldn’t believe that I was enjoying the kids’ erect tool pressed against my buttock.

I didn’t realize that in an attempt to enjoy that touch, I had moved back a bit. but the kiddo had noticed it because he pressed his tool harder and he also rubbed it in between. My breathing became heavier. I shut my eyes for a moment to fully enjoy that touch. I also adjusted my position such that his tool would rest on my butt crack. I think that adjustment was enough for him to get the clue. He became bolder because I felt his hand over my butt. He pinched me lightly. By now, I started getting wet inside my panties.

As the bus approached near the management college stop, The kiddo detached from me and moved forward. While passing me, he looked at me with a grin. I tried not to make an eye contact. He got down at the college. Two stops ahead was my stop where I alighted from the bus and walked towards my home.

After reaching home, I locked the door and called the security office to give a message to my maid to come late for the household work. I then went into my bedroom and looked at myself in the mirror. Although I was in forties, I was not in bad shape. A bit of chubby figure but quite attractive. I was still thinking about that boy and the fact that he was attracted towards me was making me hot. I took my clothes off and stood naked in front of the mirror. I touched my buttocks and tried to remember the touch of that kiddo’s tool. With the other hand, I cupped my breast and then pinched the nipple. Then I moved my other hand from the butt over to my clit and started rubbing it. I kept thinking of that kid rubbing his cock on my butt and that thought made me wet in no time. I started rubbing my clit harder. My eyes were shut, my breathing was harder and I kept rubbing my clit. Soon I reached an orgasm. Felt like whole body contracting. Shiver went through my entire body. I collapsed on the bed and stayed there for 5 minutes before I got back to senses. I couldn’t imagine I had an orgasm so fast. Generally it takes me 15-20 minutes of rubbing to get to the climax.

I couldn’t keep myself from thinking of the bus incident. It had actually made me feel nicer. Any woman likes to be found attractive by men. But especially when a woman reaches middle age, such thoughts are even more arousing. There are many reasons behind it. First, the age makes woman worry about her sexual appeal. Second, the husband is busy in his career so he has no time to look after his wife. The sex life in the bed also suffers. I remember the days when we were just married. Anil used to be very caring in bed. He handled me like a flower. But lately, his work was getting hectic and he looked at sex as just the way of releasing his stress out. He hardly bothered about my sexual feelings. After every act of love making, he would just doze off leaving me unsatisfied and wanting for more. I would then resort to masturbating. Sex was becoming very monotonous. I don’t even remember when was the last time when we had sex in other than missionary position.

Next day, after dropping my daughter to school, I again decided to take the bus. Rickshaw was available, but I headed to the bus stop. And I saw the kid at the bus stop. He also saw me. I took my sight off of him. My heart was beating fast. As the bus came, we all rushed to get inside. The kiddo waited until I boarded. I did not see him boarding until the bus moved. I thought he skipped the bus and I was disappointed. But then I saw him boarding the moving bus. I felt good. As he waded through the crowd to reach behind me, I moved forward so that he could sneak-in behind me. Within moments, I felt his hand exploring my butt. It was much confident touch. His fingers traced my panty line. Then he moved it along my butt crack. It was such a hot feeling. He continued to grope me liberally until his stop came.

This now became a routine for me. I started taking the bus regularly and he would make sure to stand behind me no matter how crowded the bus was and grope me. Earlier, I used to wear salwar kameez, but one day I decided to wear a saree. My daughter was surprised to see me in a saree, but I told her that I just wanted to use my sarees more often. My intention of wearing a saree was to let him explore my bare back. As I expected, he did that exactly. He discreetly put his hand on my bare flank. Oh! what a feeling it was. I got instant wetness. The rush in the bus was so much and other commuters were so engrossed in their daily worries that no one noticed what was going on in between us. The kiddo was so bold by now that he moved his hand up to touch my boobs. But due to the fear of being caught, I moved away from him. He understood and resorted back to my back and the butt. As his stop reached, he tapped my hand and passed a chit to me. The chit had his phone number on it.

I was shocked and scared with his daring. Although I was enjoying his groping session in the bus, I had never expected him to make a move of sharing his number. I kept his chit in my purse. The whole day I thought about him. That night, when Anil took me in his arms, I again thought of the kiddo. Anil had put his hand in my gown to caress my boobs. I fantasized that kiddo touching my boobs. I responded to Anil by undressing. When Anil mounted on me, I thought of that young man mounting on me and it gave me instant wetness. I asked Anil to do it harder. Anil obliged. It was after a long time that I had a very wet pussy during the intercourse. Anil whispered to me “you are very horny today” I just smiled at him. We had a great sex that night. After we were done, Anil got off of me and started snoring next minute. I was still awake, thinking about that kid. “Should I call him?” I asked myself. But my conscious mind told me to stay within limits.

Next day, when I approached the bus stop, I did not see him around. The bus arrived, but he was nowhere to be seen. I did not board that bus and waited little longer. But he did not show up. So I took a rickshaw and went home. I had no interests in commuting by bus without him being around. I wondered what must have happened to him. I had his number. I could have called him and found out. But did not have the courage. After my maid left, I retrieved the chit from my purse and looked at the number. I typed the number on my mobile, but before dialling I hung up. I put the chit back in the purse and started watching TV. But his thoughts wouldn’t leave my mind. I again dialed his number. It rang, but I hung up before he could pick up. I was trembling. I gathered more courage and dialed the number again, but as the bell rang, I lost the courage and disconnected. But within minutes, my phone rang. He was returning my call. I didn’t know what to do. I answered the call.

“Hi!” a husky voice came from other side. I remained quiet. He said, “I know its you”. “You who?” I said. “You know who!” he said with a naughty tone. By now my anxiety levels had receded. “What do you want from an old lady like me? You don’t have a girlfriend?” I asked. “Well, you are my girlfriend auntyji” he said and giggled. “Don’t call me aunty ok?” I said. “Well, you consider yourself old, so I thought of paying you respect!” He said. The kiddo was smart. “Can’t you show the same respect in the bus?” I said with a fake angry tone. “I respect your sex appeal than your age!” he said. I started blushing. I asked him “What do you know about my sex appeal. You have only felt my round ass!” I said naughtily. “That’s enough for me to judge your other assets!” he said and made a kissing sound. “What was that?” I asked. “A kiss to my new girl friend”. “You call me a girl friend? I am a married woman with a teenage child”. “Let it be! You are still my sweetheart!” He said. “Why didn’t you come today?” I asked. “You missed me?” he asked. “NO!” I said. “Oh yeah? then why did you call?” “Well, you gave me the number”. I said. “I wanted to find out if you would miss me so I did not come today. My guess turned right. My sweetheart misses me” He said and giggled. “

I did not know where the conversation was heading. But I was enjoying it. Our conversation went somewhat like this:

Me: “So, what do you want to do?”
Him: “Meet you in person and take you in my arms!”
Me: “I am twice your age ok?”
Him: “Let it be. I want to have you!” “
Me: Why are you after me? You can get sexier, younger girls than me!”
Him: “I like mature women.”
Me: “How many matured women have you been with?”
Him: “None. Fantasized about many, but never got closer to them like I did to you!”
Me: “I will not meet you okay? I have a happy married life. I don’t want to screw it for you!”
Him: “It’s okay! I will wait for you to be ready.”
Me: “So, you coming tomorrow?”
Him: “To your house?”
Me: “No! Silly! in the bus!”
Him: “Sure! You ready for the butt massage?”
(we both laughed)
Him: “Don’t wear your panty tomorrow”
Me: “WHAT?”
Him: “Don’t wear panty inside your saree!”
Me: “You are crazy!”

And I hung up the phone.

By the time I hung up the phone I was so wet that I couldn’t help masturbating while thinking about our conversation. A man, who was over 20 years younger to me, was flirting with me and had a courage to tell a married woman like me to not wear a panty. So that he can enjoy more while groping her in public. Such a sexy thought it was. I was lying on a bed thinking and re-thinking about our conversation. I saved his number on my phone under the fake name of a girl. I realized we never exchanged each others’ names.

Next morning when I was getting ready to drop my daughter, I remembered my conversation from earlier day. I thought for once and removed the panty I had worn. Directly wore a petitcoat and saree. I was feeling odd while walking without no panty. Gosh! I was doing this for my young lover. When I reached the bus stop, he was already there. He had worn tight jeans and a T shirt. We looked at each other and pretended to not know each other. As usual we got in the bus and he got behind me. When he touched my buttocks he looked for panty line and when he found out that I obliged to his request, he patted my butt softly. I was biting my lower lip. I adjusted my standing position so that his tool rubbed against my butt crack. I can not express the feelings I was getting. In my 18 years of married life, I never felt so sexy. Throughout our journey, his dick was pressed against my butt crack. The wetness oozed from my pussy on my thighs. Today there was no panty to absorb the wetness. When his stop came, he passed me and whispered “Thanks! call me”. I did not react.

I went home and called him..
Him: “Hey Sweetheart!”
Me: “Hmmm”
Him: “Thanks for fulfilling my wish!”
Me: “Yea, I don’t like to disappoint kids!”
We both laughed.
Him: “When can we meet?”

Now I also wanted to meet him. I was convinced it was not going to be bad. But the question was where to meet.
Me: “I don’t know. I can’t think of where we can meet.”
Him: “I can’t take you to my home. My mom will always be home. How about your home?”
Me: “My home?”

Actually the idea was not that bad. My maid would leave my house by 12:00 PM. Between noon till 5:30, no one would be home. I would leave to fetch my daughter at 4’O clock. Without hesitation I told him to come at 12:30PM. I gave him the address.

I asked my maid to finish things up fast. After she left, I changed into a black sleeveless blouse with a wide open back and a white saree with black polka dots on it. This was Anil’s favorite Saree. He had brought it for me on our 10th wedding anniversary. I remember the day I had first worn this saree. Anil said that I looked very beautiful and sexy in it. We also had done a quickie immediately after I wore the saree before we went out for a candle lit dinner. I looked in the mirror and I thought I still looked stunning in that saree. The bell rang while I was watching myself in the mirror. I swiftly made sure that I was looking nice and ran to open the door.

I opened the door and took him inside and double bolted the door behind him. I was now very anxious. He turned to me and held me closer and whispered in my ears, “You look gorgeous” I sensed his erect penis touching my thighs. OOh! what a feeling it was! I separated myself from him and asked him to come inside and showed him to the sofa and went in the kitchen to fetch water for him. He followed me and held me from behind very tightly. His erect penis rubbed against my buttock crack. It felt very familiar. He kissed my neck and moved his hands over my breasts and pressed them. “Ummm” I moaned.. “Can’t you wait???” I whispered. “I waited for so long..” he said and he kissed my earlobes. His warm breath went inside my ears. It felt so nice.

I turned towards him and wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his lips. We passionately kept kissing each other. I could sense that he was an amature kisser. I decided to take control and kissed his upper lips. Then I pushed my tongue inside his mouth and kissed. We kept kissing for a while. He had placed his hands over my buttocks. His hardened penis rubbed against my thighs. I was feeling wetness in my groins.

Now I released myself from his arms and asked him to follow me in the bedroom. He removed his tee shirt as we walked to the bedroom. I threw myself on the bed. He had a very good muscular body. It was apparent that he worked out a lot. I had once or twice fingered myself thinking of John Abraham. But today I was actually going to get a real muscular man. He came over me on the bed. I wrapped my arms around his curvy muscular body and we kissed again. He pulled my pallo down and kissed over my cleavage. Then he kissed my armpits. I kissed his hard chest and licked his erect nipples. He unbuttoned my blouse. We then separated for a moment so I could remove my blouse and bra. I was now topless. He immediately grabbed my breasts and sucked them. “OOH!” I moaned. I held his head over my breast. He had totally different style of sucking the breast than Anil. Anil used to caress it and like an icecream, used to lick it. But this kiddo was sucking it like a kid eating an ice cream. It was too rough. But that’s what was adding spice to the love making.

Now, he moved away from his to remove his pants. He undid his pant and underwear. What a scene it was! He looked like a naked greek god with curved body. His penis was throbbing with erection. He had a hairless body unlike Anil’s who was hairy. I also noticed that he was circumcised. I also removed my saree, petitcoat and panty and got naked. I asked him to lie on bed next to me. I turned towards him. I took his penis in my hand and stroked it. I realized, I did not even know his name. Nor did he know mine. I kissed him and asked, “By the way, what’s your name?” “Aryan” he said. “I am Shobha!” I told him. “Nice name Shobha Aunty!” he said and giggled. I slapped him lightly and said, “Why are you calling me Aunty?” He dragged me closer and said, “I like to call you Aunty! A sexy aunty I want to fuck!” I blushed.

Now I pushed him and rode over him. I took his circumcised throbbing tool and pushed inside my vagina. The feel of his circumcised tool was much intimate than Anil’s uncircumcised one. I started stroking. I started moaning as his bare tool touched my inner walls. But Alas! Even before I could get used to his tool inside me, he sprayed his cum inside. “Shit!” he exclaimed. I too was disappointed. He took his tool out and went to bathroom. I was lying on the bed. Still very hot. His cum was oozing out of my vagina.

Aryan came out of the bathroom and started apologizing. “It’s ok!” I said and asked him to come back in the bed. His once erect and throbbing penis had shrunk now. I kissed him and said, “Too excited weren’t you?” He nodded. “Aunties are not easy to tame okay?” I said and we both laughed and kissed. I started getting heated up again. I knew he wouldn’t get hard again for at least an hour. we didn’t have that much of time. So, I asked him to finger me.

He obeyed my order and put his middle finger inside me and stroked. At the same time he sucked my breast. It was exciting enough but not too exciting. “Kiss my pussy” I almost ordered to him. He was already embarrassed and could do anything to please me. He kissed over my pussy. I held his head and guided him to kiss my clit. He followed. “Lick it!” I demanded. He followed. I moaned. He got encouraged by my moans and he licked it harder. I was trying to remember when was the last time Anil kissed my pussy.

The excitement was building up. I was getting more and more demanding. After giving what a man wanted all these years, it was a payback time for me. I now asked him to put his tongue inside my vagina. He looked at me and smiled. Next moment, his wet tongue touched my inner walls. Oh! I can’t even explain how great it felt. He stroked me with his tongue. I was moaning and squirming. In few minutes, I reached my orgasm. I pulled his head away and enjoyed the contractions I was getting. It was a very strong orgasm.

After that, we both got up, cleaned ourselves and got dressed. It was time for me to pick my daughter from the school. I kissed him and said “Thanks for the wonderful time!” “You sure?” he asked. I said “I don’t lie” He smiled and approached the door. I saw him off. Then I went to bedroom and changed the sheets. Made sure I looked okay and left home to get my daughter from the school.

Since that day, we met three times. His performance was better on our second day. Now he has left the city. I have now started taking the bus again. In search of another kiddo who likes this Aunty.....

Confessions of a matured lady

Dear readers, today I am going to confess in front of you all of a sin I have committed in the rage of sexual emotions. I am Shobha. A very simple housewife in my early forties. I have a loving husband and a daughter of 13 years in age. I live in a Mumbai suburban area called Malad. My husband Anil is in his mid forties and works for a leading bank as a branch manager. Anil loves me a lot and is very liberal. Unlike many middle class old fashioned husbands, Anil does not worry about me talking to his male friends or my own male friends from college days.

Every day, I take my daughter to school by rickshaw and then do the vegetable shopping and return home by noon. One day after dropping my daughter to school, I was not able to find any rickshaw to go back home. Frustrated by the arrogance of rickshaw drivers, I decided to take a bus. After waiting for 20 minutes, the bus going near my home came. It was very crowded, but I had lost patience and hence got in. There was such a rush that I was being pushed around. I am not used to commute by bus that often. So, I had decided not to make same mistake again. I was holding my grocery bag in one hand and holding the bar on other hand and tried to balance myself in that bumpy ride. I was sandwiched between an old man in the front and a young college going guy behind me.

In a couple of minutes or so, the crowd had settled and I was getting used to balance myself in that moving bus. It is then when I realized that something is being pressed against my buttocks. I turned my head and gave a look to the guy behind me. He shrugged to suggest that he wasn’t pushing intentionally. Looking at the crowd, I tool felt that he was not doing it intentionally. After all, he was just a 19-20 year boy. Why would he grope a married woman in her forties like me?

Few moments passed by and I felt like something being rubbed against my butts. In no time did I realize that the kid behind me had a hard tool and he was rubbing them on my buttocks. And I was actually feeling nice. I decided to ignore. But my lack of reaction probably made the kid bolder because his contact with my body started becoming firm. He had come very close so that his erect tool could be pressed against my buttocks. I felt like a current going through my whole body. My breathing became heavy. I couldn’t believe that I was enjoying the kids’ erect tool pressed against my buttock.

I didn’t realize that in an attempt to enjoy that touch, I had moved back a bit. but the kiddo had noticed it because he pressed his tool harder and he also rubbed it in between. My breathing became heavier. I shut my eyes for a moment to fully enjoy that touch. I also adjusted my position such that his tool would rest on my butt crack. I think that adjustment was enough for him to get the clue. He became bolder because I felt his hand over my butt. He pinched me lightly. By now, I started getting wet inside my panties.

As the bus approached near the management college stop, The kiddo detached from me and moved forward. While passing me, he looked at me with a grin. I tried not to make an eye contact. He got down at the college. Two stops ahead was my stop where I alighted from the bus and walked towards my home.

After reaching home, I locked the door and called the security office to give a message to my maid to come late for the household work. I then went into my bedroom and looked at myself in the mirror. Although I was in forties, I was not in bad shape. A bit of chubby figure but quite attractive. I was still thinking about that boy and the fact that he was attracted towards me was making me hot. I took my clothes off and stood naked in front of the mirror. I touched my buttocks and tried to remember the touch of that kiddo’s tool. With the other hand, I cupped my breast and then pinched the nipple. Then I moved my other hand from the butt over to my clit and started rubbing it. I kept thinking of that kid rubbing his cock on my butt and that thought made me wet in no time. I started rubbing my clit harder. My eyes were shut, my breathing was harder and I kept rubbing my clit. Soon I reached an orgasm. Felt like whole body contracting. Shiver went through my entire body. I collapsed on the bed and stayed there for 5 minutes before I got back to senses. I couldn’t imagine I had an orgasm so fast. Generally it takes me 15-20 minutes of rubbing to get to the climax.

I couldn’t keep myself from thinking of the bus incident. It had actually made me feel nicer. Any woman likes to be found attractive by men. But especially when a woman reaches middle age, such thoughts are even more arousing. There are many reasons behind it. First, the age makes woman worry about her sexual appeal. Second, the husband is busy in his career so he has no time to look after his wife. The sex life in the bed also suffers. I remember the days when we were just married. Anil used to be very caring in bed. He handled me like a flower. But lately, his work was getting hectic and he looked at sex as just the way of releasing his stress out. He hardly bothered about my sexual feelings. After every act of love making, he would just doze off leaving me unsatisfied and wanting for more. I would then resort to masturbating. Sex was becoming very monotonous. I don’t even remember when was the last time when we had sex in other than missionary position.

Next day, after dropping my daughter to school, I again decided to take the bus. Rickshaw was available, but I headed to the bus stop. And I saw the kid at the bus stop. He also saw me. I took my sight off of him. My heart was beating fast. As the bus came, we all rushed to get inside. The kiddo waited until I boarded. I did not see him boarding until the bus moved. I thought he skipped the bus and I was disappointed. But then I saw him boarding the moving bus. I felt good. As he waded through the crowd to reach behind me, I moved forward so that he could sneak-in behind me. Within moments, I felt his hand exploring my butt. It was much confident touch. His fingers traced my panty line. Then he moved it along my butt crack. It was such a hot feeling. He continued to grope me liberally until his stop came.

This now became a routine for me. I started taking the bus regularly and he would make sure to stand behind me no matter how crowded the bus was and grope me. Earlier, I used to wear salwar kameez, but one day I decided to wear a saree. My daughter was surprised to see me in a saree, but I told her that I just wanted to use my sarees more often. My intention of wearing a saree was to let him explore my bare back. As I expected, he did that exactly. He discreetly put his hand on my bare flank. Oh! what a feeling it was. I got instant wetness. The rush in the bus was so much and other commuters were so engrossed in their daily worries that no one noticed what was going on in between us. The kiddo was so bold by now that he moved his hand up to touch my boobs. But due to the fear of being caught, I moved away from him. He understood and resorted back to my back and the butt. As his stop reached, he tapped my hand and passed a chit to me. The chit had his phone number on it.

I was shocked and scared with his daring. Although I was enjoying his groping session in the bus, I had never expected him to make a move of sharing his number. I kept his chit in my purse. The whole day I thought about him. That night, when Anil took me in his arms, I again thought of the kiddo. Anil had put his hand in my gown to caress my boobs. I fantasized that kiddo touching my boobs. I responded to Anil by undressing. When Anil mounted on me, I thought of that young man mounting on me and it gave me instant wetness. I asked Anil to do it harder. Anil obliged. It was after a long time that I had a very wet pussy during the intercourse. Anil whispered to me “you are very horny today” I just smiled at him. We had a great sex that night. After we were done, Anil got off of me and started snoring next minute. I was still awake, thinking about that kid. “Should I call him?” I asked myself. But my conscious mind told me to stay within limits.

Next day, when I approached the bus stop, I did not see him around. The bus arrived, but he was nowhere to be seen. I did not board that bus and waited little longer. But he did not show up. So I took a rickshaw and went home. I had no interests in commuting by bus without him being around. I wondered what must have happened to him. I had his number. I could have called him and found out. But did not have the courage. After my maid left, I retrieved the chit from my purse and looked at the number. I typed the number on my mobile, but before dialling I hung up. I put the chit back in the purse and started watching TV. But his thoughts wouldn’t leave my mind. I again dialed his number. It rang, but I hung up before he could pick up. I was trembling. I gathered more courage and dialed the number again, but as the bell rang, I lost the courage and disconnected. But within minutes, my phone rang. He was returning my call. I didn’t know what to do. I answered the call.

“Hi!” a husky voice came from other side. I remained quiet. He said, “I know its you”. “You who?” I said. “You know who!” he said with a naughty tone. By now my anxiety levels had receded. “What do you want from an old lady like me? You don’t have a girlfriend?” I asked. “Well, you are my girlfriend auntyji” he said and giggled. “Don’t call me aunty ok?” I said. “Well, you consider yourself old, so I thought of paying you respect!” He said. The kiddo was smart. “Can’t you show the same respect in the bus?” I said with a fake angry tone. “I respect your sex appeal than your age!” he said. I started blushing. I asked him “What do you know about my sex appeal. You have only felt my round ass!” I said naughtily. “That’s enough for me to judge your other assets!” he said and made a kissing sound. “What was that?” I asked. “A kiss to my new girl friend”. “You call me a girl friend? I am a married woman with a teenage child”. “Let it be! You are still my sweetheart!” He said. “Why didn’t you come today?” I asked. “You missed me?” he asked. “NO!” I said. “Oh yeah? then why did you call?” “Well, you gave me the number”. I said. “I wanted to find out if you would miss me so I did not come today. My guess turned right. My sweetheart misses me” He said and giggled. “

I did not know where the conversation was heading. But I was enjoying it. Our conversation went somewhat like this:

Me: “So, what do you want to do?”
Him: “Meet you in person and take you in my arms!”
Me: “I am twice your age ok?”
Him: “Let it be. I want to have you!” “
Me: Why are you after me? You can get sexier, younger girls than me!”
Him: “I like mature women.”
Me: “How many matured women have you been with?”
Him: “None. Fantasized about many, but never got closer to them like I did to you!”
Me: “I will not meet you okay? I have a happy married life. I don’t want to screw it for you!”
Him: “It’s okay! I will wait for you to be ready.”
Me: “So, you coming tomorrow?”
Him: “To your house?”
Me: “No! Silly! in the bus!”
Him: “Sure! You ready for the butt massage?”
(we both laughed)
Him: “Don’t wear your panty tomorrow”
Me: “WHAT?”
Him: “Don’t wear panty inside your saree!”
Me: “You are crazy!”

And I hung up the phone.

By the time I hung up the phone I was so wet that I couldn’t help masturbating while thinking about our conversation. A man, who was over 20 years younger to me, was flirting with me and had a courage to tell a married woman like me to not wear a panty. So that he can enjoy more while groping her in public. Such a sexy thought it was. I was lying on a bed thinking and re-thinking about our conversation. I saved his number on my phone under the fake name of a girl. I realized we never exchanged each others’ names.

Next morning when I was getting ready to drop my daughter, I remembered my conversation from earlier day. I thought for once and removed the panty I had worn. Directly wore a petitcoat and saree. I was feeling odd while walking without no panty. Gosh! I was doing this for my young lover. When I reached the bus stop, he was already there. He had worn tight jeans and a T shirt. We looked at each other and pretended to not know each other. As usual we got in the bus and he got behind me. When he touched my buttocks he looked for panty line and when he found out that I obliged to his request, he patted my butt softly. I was biting my lower lip. I adjusted my standing position so that his tool rubbed against my butt crack. I can not express the feelings I was getting. In my 18 years of married life, I never felt so sexy. Throughout our journey, his dick was pressed against my butt crack. The wetness oozed from my pussy on my thighs. Today there was no panty to absorb the wetness. When his stop came, he passed me and whispered “Thanks! call me”. I did not react.

I went home and called him..
Him: “Hey Sweetheart!”
Me: “Hmmm”
Him: “Thanks for fulfilling my wish!”
Me: “Yea, I don’t like to disappoint kids!”
We both laughed.
Him: “When can we meet?”

Now I also wanted to meet him. I was convinced it was not going to be bad. But the question was where to meet.
Me: “I don’t know. I can’t think of where we can meet.”
Him: “I can’t take you to my home. My mom will always be home. How about your home?”
Me: “My home?”

Actually the idea was not that bad. My maid would leave my house by 12:00 PM. Between noon till 5:30, no one would be home. I would leave to fetch my daughter at 4’O clock. Without hesitation I told him to come at 12:30PM. I gave him the address.

I asked my maid to finish things up fast. After she left, I changed into a black sleeveless blouse with a wide open back and a white saree with black polka dots on it. This was Anil’s favorite Saree. He had brought it for me on our 10th wedding anniversary. I remember the day I had first worn this saree. Anil said that I looked very beautiful and sexy in it. We also had done a quickie immediately after I wore the saree before we went out for a candle lit dinner. I looked in the mirror and I thought I still looked stunning in that saree. The bell rang while I was watching myself in the mirror. I swiftly made sure that I was looking nice and ran to open the door.

I opened the door and took him inside and double bolted the door behind him. I was now very anxious. He turned to me and held me closer and whispered in my ears, “You look gorgeous” I sensed his erect penis touching my thighs. OOh! what a feeling it was! I separated myself from him and asked him to come inside and showed him to the sofa and went in the kitchen to fetch water for him. He followed me and held me from behind very tightly. His erect penis rubbed against my buttock crack. It felt very familiar. He kissed my neck and moved his hands over my breasts and pressed them. “Ummm” I moaned.. “Can’t you wait???” I whispered. “I waited for so long..” he said and he kissed my earlobes. His warm breath went inside my ears. It felt so nice.

I turned towards him and wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his lips. We passionately kept kissing each other. I could sense that he was an amature kisser. I decided to take control and kissed his upper lips. Then I pushed my tongue inside his mouth and kissed. We kept kissing for a while. He had placed his hands over my buttocks. His hardened penis rubbed against my thighs. I was feeling wetness in my groins.

Now I released myself from his arms and asked him to follow me in the bedroom. He removed his tee shirt as we walked to the bedroom. I threw myself on the bed. He had a very good muscular body. It was apparent that he worked out a lot. I had once or twice fingered myself thinking of John Abraham. But today I was actually going to get a real muscular man. He came over me on the bed. I wrapped my arms around his curvy muscular body and we kissed again. He pulled my pallo down and kissed over my cleavage. Then he kissed my armpits. I kissed his hard chest and licked his erect nipples. He unbuttoned my blouse. We then separated for a moment so I could remove my blouse and bra. I was now topless. He immediately grabbed my breasts and sucked them. “OOH!” I moaned. I held his head over my breast. He had totally different style of sucking the breast than Anil. Anil used to caress it and like an icecream, used to lick it. But this kiddo was sucking it like a kid eating an ice cream. It was too rough. But that’s what was adding spice to the love making.

Now, he moved away from his to remove his pants. He undid his pant and underwear. What a scene it was! He looked like a naked greek god with curved body. His penis was throbbing with erection. He had a hairless body unlike Anil’s who was hairy. I also noticed that he was circumcised. I also removed my saree, petitcoat and panty and got naked. I asked him to lie on bed next to me. I turned towards him. I took his penis in my hand and stroked it. I realized, I did not even know his name. Nor did he know mine. I kissed him and asked, “By the way, what’s your name?” “Aryan” he said. “I am Shobha!” I told him. “Nice name Shobha Aunty!” he said and giggled. I slapped him lightly and said, “Why are you calling me Aunty?” He dragged me closer and said, “I like to call you Aunty! A sexy aunty I want to fuck!” I blushed.

Now I pushed him and rode over him. I took his circumcised throbbing tool and pushed inside my vagina. The feel of his circumcised tool was much intimate than Anil’s uncircumcised one. I started stroking. I started moaning as his bare tool touched my inner walls. But Alas! Even before I could get used to his tool inside me, he sprayed his cum inside. “Shit!” he exclaimed. I too was disappointed. He took his tool out and went to bathroom. I was lying on the bed. Still very hot. His cum was oozing out of my vagina.

Aryan came out of the bathroom and started apologizing. “It’s ok!” I said and asked him to come back in the bed. His once erect and throbbing penis had shrunk now. I kissed him and said, “Too excited weren’t you?” He nodded. “Aunties are not easy to tame okay?” I said and we both laughed and kissed. I started getting heated up again. I knew he wouldn’t get hard again for at least an hour. we didn’t have that much of time. So, I asked him to finger me.

He obeyed my order and put his middle finger inside me and stroked. At the same time he sucked my breast. It was exciting enough but not too exciting. “Kiss my pussy” I almost ordered to him. He was already embarrassed and could do anything to please me. He kissed over my pussy. I held his head and guided him to kiss my clit. He followed. “Lick it!” I demanded. He followed. I moaned. He got encouraged by my moans and he licked it harder. I was trying to remember when was the last time Anil kissed my pussy.

The excitement was building up. I was getting more and more demanding. After giving what a man wanted all these years, it was a payback time for me. I now asked him to put his tongue inside my vagina. He looked at me and smiled. Next moment, his wet tongue touched my inner walls. Oh! I can’t even explain how great it felt. He stroked me with his tongue. I was moaning and squirming. In few minutes, I reached my orgasm. I pulled his head away and enjoyed the contractions I was getting. It was a very strong orgasm.

After that, we both got up, cleaned ourselves and got dressed. It was time for me to pick my daughter from the school. I kissed him and said “Thanks for the wonderful time!” “You sure?” he asked. I said “I don’t lie” He smiled and approached the door. I saw him off. Then I went to bedroom and changed the sheets. Made sure I looked okay and left home to get my daughter from the school.

Since that day, we met three times. His performance was better on our second day. Now he has left the city. I have now started taking the bus again. In search of another kiddo who likes this Aunty.....

Varsha's diary - Making out in a train

Dear Diary,

Last night after I wrote to you about my first exhibitionist experience, I got so aroused that I had to use my vibrator to relieve my feelings. So, I will continue from where I left last time...

By the time we reached home, it was already 1AM. We changed ourselves into night clothes and immediately got into the bed. Both of us were exhausted with the intimate experience we had in the car. Within minutes, we were fast asleep. I woke up at around 7 in the morning. Ravi was still fast asleep. I thought about the last night. I could never imagine indulging into oral sex without the fear of being watched. That thought made me wet again. I started thinking; what was making me wet? Was it the act of oral sex or was it the thought of being watched? Was it normal? For a moment, I felt guilty. But then I recalled how Ravi was enjoying the whole thing. So, if both of us did not mind being watched, then why bother about it beinhg right or wrong? Sometimes I think a bit too much. May be because of the overall situation at my parents home.

I did not realize when I started stroking myself by putting my hand inside my pantie. I was engrossed in thoughts. When I came to senses and looked besides me, Ravi was staring at me. He smiled when I looked at him and asked, "Thinking about last night?" I nodded and turned towards him and put my arms around him and kissed his lips. "I didn't know you were awake" I said. "I was watching your expressions when you were rubbing yourself!" "What were you thinking?" "You guess!" I replied. "Was it about our making out?" I nodded in reply. "Its so hot to do it when you know other people may be watching!" Ravi laughed and replied; "Yeah, I know. I had read on internet about couples doing it in public and kind of spice it adds. Since then I wanted to do it. The best part is, we didn't plan for it and yet, it just happened last night !" I agreed and replied, "And we both enjoyed it!"

"So, Varsha, what was the biggest turn on for you from last night?" Ravi asked. He was caressing my back. I replied, "When you told me that some passers by saw my boobs. That made me real horny". Ravi chuckled, and said "Do you know what was the big turn on for me?" I looked at him with a question mark on my face, "When you started flirting with my buddies in the club! It was so exciting to see my beautiful, sexy wife showing her skin off to my friends, and seducing them!" "Yea, I enjoyed it too!" I replied. We both kissed again.

I could feel his penis getting harder. I touched it with my hand and said, "Looks like you are getting ready for action!" He replied, "Yes, but lets play a game! Let's pretend that I am Raj and you are doing it with Raj." Raj was Ravi's friend who had asked me to dance in the club. I nodded in agreement with Ravi. Ravi continued.. "Lets talk about a plot. The plot is, I got drunk when you and Raj were dancing on the floor. So, Raj came to drop us at home. I am dozing off on the bed and you and Raj are now getting into an act in the same room". I liked Ravi's imagination. I said, "Yea, lets do it. So we started role playing. I enjoyed the role play. Especially the thought of doing it with other man in the same bed where husband is sleeping, was very arousing. Both of were totally into the role play. As part of the role play, I played an aggressive, desperate wife and Ravi played my husband's friend. I was on top and riding Ravi and Ravi played with my breasts and often lifted his head to suck my nipples. I reached my orgasm when Ravi asked me to imagine that my husband wakes up to see his wife and his best friend in a compromising position besides him. Ravi sensed the contractions on his penis and that brought him to orgasm as well. We both were in a state of bliss. It was so much of fun!

After that experience, both of us realized that we were made for each other. Both of us liked to have good sex and our wild imaginations knew no bars. One evening, Ravi and I went to watch a theater show "La Clique" at a Hippodrome theater in the heart of London. We took a train up to Paddington station and then a tube (London's underground metro) to reach the theater. Ravi was wearing a beige color sports suit and dress slacks. I wore a cherry color evening halter dress with a deep neck. It had an opening at the left side thigh level. Ravi had ordered this dress online for me to wear in formal parties. To wear this dress, I got the full body waxing done in the beauty parlour. The dress fitted me perfectly. The deep neck showed off my cleavage and the opening at the bottom exposed my left leg about four inches above knee whenever I put my left foot forward while walking. Compared to my first attempt of wearing sexy clothes, I was pretty comfortable by now. Both Ravi and I enjoyed showing off my body.

Ravi had bought a Champagne Dinner Package of the show. So, we were first served our drinks and then dinner. It was really a romantic evening. After the dinner, the show started. It was my first Theater experience and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I was amazed to see the performances. The show ended at 10 at night and we headed towards the tube. The champagne and the show both had made their effect on me. Although I wasn't drunk, I was feeling light headed ness. We caught the Piccadily line tube at Leicester square and then changed to Bakerloo line on the next stop. The train was packed. We could barely get in. The influence of champagne and the jerks from the train pushed me against the old man standing in front of me. It was so crowded that my breasts were completely pressed against the man's back. He looked behind at me once and winked. I felt awkward but there was nothing I could do at that time. But I was enjoying being pressed against my will. I felt that he probably stepped back a little to feel my breasts on his back.

I also sensed an erect penis pushed against my buttocks. "Ravi has gotten hard" I thought. I adjusted myself so that the hardness of that erection rested against the crevice of my buttocks. His hand lightly pinched my buttock chick. I was aroused. I thought that Ravi was getting really naughty behind me. But I couldn't respond to him directly. I was sandwiched between two men. To feel the every inch of that erect penis, I slightly bent forward so that my buttocks pushed on Ravi. But then I also pressed my breasts against the man in front of me. He was surely enjoying that.

At Paddington, most of the train got empty. As I got on the platform, I looked back, but could not spot Ravi. So I looked around for him and saw him getting off the tube. I was surprised because I thought he was just behind me. "So I found you finally!" Ravi exclaimed. I looked at him puzzled and asked "What do you mean? Weren't you standing behind me in the train?" Ravi said, "No! I was looking for you after we got in the tube, but couldn't spot you!" I was shocked! So after all, that erect penis rubbing me from behind wasn't Ravi's! I was responding so boldly thinking it was Ravi. What would that man think of me? I had been groped! "What happened?" Ravi's words woke me up from my thoughts. "Nothing!" I said and we walked towards the platform to catch a Redding train.

The Redding train was hardly crowded. The compartment we sat in had only 10-12 people besides us. I spotted the old man who was in front of me in the tube. He was sitting diagonally across us. He stared at me occasionally. After the train started, I leaned on Ravi's shoulder. Ravi put his hand around me and asked, "Did you have fun honey?" "Oh yeah!" I replied and we both kissed. I was still thinking about the fun I had in the tube and Ravi was asking me about the fun we had in the evening with the show and dinner.

After about 3-4 stops, most of the passengers got off the train. Ravi looked around in the compartment. There were only 2-3 passengers and the man I had fun with. He was reading.. or may be pretending to read a book. Why I thought he was pretending to read was because I didn't notice him turning the pages. Rest of the passengers were 2 rows behind where we sat. Ravi put his hand on my thigh and he widened the opening of my dress. The part of my leg up to the upper thigh was now uncovered. I looked at him and asked him, "What are you doing Ravi?" Ravi winked. I knew his intention. I whispered, "That man can see us!" Ravi said, "Let him get jealous then". "You know, he was in front of me in the tube and when my boobs pressed against him, he had winked at me" I told Ravi. Ravi looked at him and asked "Oh! Really? Then he should really know what a sexy girl you are that he winked at". Ravi had a naughty smile. I kissed him. Ravi was rubbing my bare thigh while kissing. I glanced at that man. His eyes were fixated on my bare thigh.

Ravi now kissed my neck and he bent down to kiss my cleavage. He softly bit on my cleavage. I held his head over my breast. I was biting my lower lip to control the feelings. The old man was peeping at us through the book. Ravi was getting very horny. Before I realized what he was upto, Ravi had widened my V neck enough to pop my breast out. My left breast was now completely exposed. Ravi licked my nipple. I whispered to him, "That old guy is watching us Ravi". Ravi raised his neck, looked at the old man and then looked at me and whispered back, "Let the bloke see what was rubbing on his back!" and he continued licking my nipple. I could not imagine, I was sitting in a train, with my thigh and one breast completely exposed. My husband was making love to me in front of a stranger and there were few other strangers just behind us unaware of what was happening.

Now Ravi took my nipple in his mouth and sucked it. "Ouch!" I couldn't resist from reacting. I looked at the old man. I noticed that he was adjusting his hard penis inside the pants. "That guy has become hard looking at us Ravi" I whispered to my husband. Ravi responded by sucking even harder. I put my hand on Ravi's crotch and rubbed it. This time, I looked eye to eye at the old man. I bit my lower lip when I looked at him. He responded by winking at me again. He continued looking at me and rubbed his hardness beneth his pants. I smiled at him. He got the courage by my smile and he signalled me to show him my breast. It was covered by Ravi's head since Ravi was sucking it. I pulled Ravi's head and told Ravi, "The guy wants to see my boob" Ravi lifted his head and looked at the guy. Then Ravi cupped my breast and lifted it. My erect nipple was pointed at the old man. The old guy threw a flying kiss at us. Ravi prentended having caught it and applied it to my breast.

The train now slowed down as it approached Twyford. I separated from Ravi and adjusted my dress to cover my breasts and thigh. The old man also burried his head in the book. He covered his pants by putting a coat on his lap. At Twyford, all the remaining passengers got off. Now, it was only three of us in the compartment. My heart was pounding with an excitement. After stopping for a minute or so, the train departed for its last stop, Redding. It was about 10 minutes ride. As soon as train left the platform, Ravi pulled me closer to him. I again widened my opening to expose my thigh. Ravi asked me to get up and sit on his lap. I did so. Now Ravi was holding me on my waist. My buttocks were sitting on Ravi's hard penis. I leaned on Ravi and turned my neck to kiss him. Ravi pressed my breasts as we kissed. The old man had now shut his book and kept it in his bag. He removed his coat from his lap and unzipped his pants. His frail looking but hardened penis popped out. He started stroking it looking at us. We both got excited by this response. We had always talked about doing in front of a third person, but we did not think our fantasy would come true this way.

Ravi untied my halter dress' knot behind my neck and pulled the front down. I was now topless! Ravi cupped my breasts and squeezed them while kissing on my bare back. I rubbed my buttock over his penis and moaned. I didn't have to suppress my moans anymore. Ravi now asked me to get up. I did so. I was still topless. The old man, indulged in self stimulation, was watching our act intently. Ravi unzipped his chain and pulled his penis out. Then he put his hands inside my dress and pulled my pantie down. Now, he asked me to bend forward. I bent in my waist. My hands rested against the seat facing us. Ravi now got up and he lifted my gown. I was half naked in the running train and in front of a stranger. Ravi now put his penis inside my vagina and started stroking. My breasts were swinging with his strokes. I looked at the old man. He was stroking his own penis very hard. I was very wet. I didn't know if the arousal came from the thought of the old man watching me or from the strokes I was getting from Ravi. Ravi was now getting to the point of no return. His fingers were buried in my hips. I too was getting closer to orgasm. I again made an eye contact with the old man. I could see that he too would be cumming soon. The thought of seducing an old man upto the point of climax brought me an orgasm. Ravi felt the jerks. He gave last few thrusts and paused when he was deep inside. I contracted my pelvic muscles to squeeze his penis inside and that was it. He squirmed inside me. It was a feeling of warm jet stream. I moaned.

Ravi pulled his penis out of my vagina and put inside his pants. I picked up the pantie lying on the floor and pulled it over. Then I covered my breast by tying the knot of my halter dress behind my neck. We looked at the old man. Looked like he had his share of orgasm while we were busy dressing up. He was sitting there quietly looking outside the window. I and Ravi looked at each other and smiled. In just few minutes, the train pulled into the reading station and us three passengers got off the train like nothing had happened. While alighting the train, the old man said, "Had a great time, good bye!" and walked towards the escalator. We followed him until the parking lot. Our from the car to home was silent.....

Varsha's diary - Making out in a car

Dear diary,

Its really been a very long time since I wrote to you isn't it? I had wished I wrote every night. But then what is the point of writing my daily routine? Especially when every day is not very exciting? I feel much better writing to you once in a while when I can write about lot of things that happened in my life. Last time I wrote to you about my wedding night. Can't imagine it's been four years since then!

We came to London the very next day after marriage. Ravi had a big friend circle. That helped me settle down easier. But within a couple of months or so, I started getting bored sitting at home and not having much to do. Ravi would leave for work by 8:30. After that I would cleanup the house and then spend time on internet, chatting with friends and families in India. But killing time between 3 to 7 in the evening was most boring. I would go shopping with my other friends once in a while, but that was not enough. So, I started teaching classical dance to nearby Indian children. Within few months, I found 8 students!

I kept the dance classes only on weekdays so that I and Ravi could spend whole time of weekends together. We would spend most of the Friday and Saturday evenings partying. Ravi had lots of social contacts. We would go to night clubs with our other friends and party till late nights. I came from very orthodox family. So, initially, I felt very awkward going to the night clubs. Besides, Ravi would want me to wear sexy clothes for such events. My father would never allow me to wear even sleeveless kurtas, and my husband wanted me to wear strapless mini dresses! When I wore my first strapless mini, I felt so embarrassed! But Ravi was very assuring. "Don't worry Varsha! You are not in India. People here are used to seeing woman's skin. You look sexy! If at all folks stare at you, they would be admiring than giving weird looks!" Ravi was so right! In India, if you wear anything that reveals even an inch of skin, men would look at you like vultures. So, I gathered courage to don that strapless mini and got inside the car. When we arrived at the club, Ravi handed over the car to the Valet and we got off. I nervously folded my hands to cover my breasts. Ravi came closer to me and he put his hands around my waist. Wow! what a lovely feeling it was.

Going to the club in skimpy clothes was a thrilling experience for me. Ravi seemed to love showing my skin off to his party pals. Some of his friends flirted with me in the party. First, I had a mixed reaction. I was enjoying the glances and flirting attempts by Ravi's friends, but was worried how Ravi would feel if I responded to his friends. But then I noticed that Ravi was subtly encouraging his friends' flirting with me. So, then I started responding to their flirts. Ravi seemed cool, or rather excited to see his wife flirting with his friends. One friend asked me for a dance. I looked at Ravi, he nodded. So, I agreed and we hit the floor. We really had a blast.

After spending about two and half hours at the club, we headed back to home. When we were driving back, Ravi asked me "Did you have fun Sweety?" I smiled and nodded. He looked at me, and my bare shoulders and said, "The guys were having eye feast looking at you tonight". I blushed. He pinched my cheek and said, "didn't you enjoy being watched?" I didn't know what to say. I looked outside the window. I could feel his fingers moving from my cheek over my neck, to my shoulder. He moved them over my cleavage. "My pals must be still thinking about how sexy you look". "Focus on driving will you?" I replied. Ravi laughed. He squeezed my breast and took his hand off me and put it back on the steering wheel.

I looked at him and said, "Ravi, you enjoy showing me off in front of your friends?" Ravi smiled and said, "Yes, I do!" "You don't get angry with their lusty glances at your wife?" Ravi said, "Look Varsha, I am not a typical Indian husband who behaves as if he owns his wife's body! You are a sexy girl. Any real man would want you to be in his fantasies. So, what's the point getting angry about it? Instead, the feeling that a babe like you gets in bed every night with me makes me horny". I didn't know how to argue his comment. I looked at him and put my hand on the back of his neck. My fingers played with his hair. "Don't you enjoy it?" Ravi asked. "Enjoy what?" I asked back. "The thought of you seducing guys?" "Ravi, I grew up in a conservative family. We were so scared to even think of such things." I paused. "But if you really want to know, I always fantasized about seducing men". Ravi laughed. "Seriously Ravi. It was always my fantasy. It turned out to be a reality today. I was actually horny in the party. But then I thought what would you feel?"

Ravi put his hand on my lap and rubbed it. I was already getting aroused by the small talk we were having. Ravi's rubbing on my lap made me feeling wet in my groins. My breathing became faster. Ravi notice it. His hand was still on my lap. He pulled my mini to expose my thigh. He rubbed on my bare thigh. "What are you doing Ravi?" I whispered. Ravi said nothing. I said, "Keep an eye on the road okay?" I cautioned him. "Don't worry Varsha! Its going to be fine!" Ravi said. His hand moved from my thigh to over my breast. he pulled my mini down to expose my right breast. He pinched my nipple. "Oouch!" I exclaimed. My hand naturally went over my clit. I rubbed it. Ravi was manuvering the steering wheel with one hand while his other hand caressed my breast. I unfastened my seat belt and moved closer to Ravi and kissed his earlobes. Ravi unzipped his pant and pulled his hard penis out. I got the clue. I bent down onto it and kissed his throbbing penis. Then I started sucking it. I was rubbing my clitoris at the same time.

The car was driving steadily in left lane. Other cars were passing us. A couple of trucks that passed us and honked. "I am sure they saw us making out" Ravi said. I aroused even more. My pace of stimulating my clitoris increased even more. "The guys from that bus must have seen your boob Varsha!" Ravi said and laughed. May be Ravi realized that being seen while making out made me horny. I paused sucking Ravi's penins and replied, "Let them see what they are missing". "Yeah baby, keep going! let them watch how sexy my wife is. Let them get jealous of me, ya, suck me harder baby" All those comments made me so hot that I actually had an orgasm. I stopped sucking Ravi's penis and enjoyed it. Ravi said, "I can't wait anymore take me inside your mouth baby" I obliged. I started sucking his penis. Ravi turned on the vanity light. "Hey, why are you turning the light on?" I asked him. He pushed my head on his penis and said "Not turning the light on! Turning the passers by on!" We both giggled. I did not bother about exposing myself to the strangers. It was so opposite to my pre-marriage life when even wearing sleeveless was prohibited.

"I am cumming Varsha!" Ravi said. He pulled the tissue box lying on the dashboard console and grabbed a few tissue papers. I sucked harder to extract his juice. It didn't take him long to ejaculate it all inside my mouth. I pulled myself away from it and tried swallowing it all. But some of it still oozed out of my mouth. Ravi handed over some tissues to me to wipe it. He wiped his penis. I adjusted my dress and fastened the seat belt. Ravi pushed his worked out penis back in his pants. He switched off the vanity lights and we continued our journey back home. We were very content.

Gosh! diary, Just narrating my experiece made me so hot! I have to stop writing and take care of my sexual needs! Will write to you back soon!

Varsha's diary Part 1

June 1, 2000

Dear Diary,


I always wanted to write a very personal diary. But privacy in India is a rare commodity. Now that I am in London, I have lots of privacy. Once Ravi goes to office, I am all alone! Then, its just my computer and me.

I can't imagine its been 2 weeks since our wedding. All things happened so fast! I and Ravi met only once and then our parents decided to marry us! We didn't even have enough time for honeymoon. Just flew in couple of days to London.

But then Ravi had made nice arrangements here. We have a big apartment. Being a guy, Ravi did a good job with the furnishing! But I will re-arrange it to my liking. So our honeymoon happened in our own house, in our own bed! I was so anxious at the first night!

Technically, I was a until the wedding night. But that doesn't mean Ravi was the first man in my life. I had a year long affair with Manish. Manish and I studied in same college. We had shared a lot of intimate moments. The whole thing with Manish had started with a casual friendship, going together to coffee shop etc. Slowly we developed a strong friendship. That time my favorite activity was to go out on a long drive with Manish on his Hero Honda Karizma bike. While riding his bike, I often got pushed on his back whenever he put breaks. First, I didn't realize, but later I realized that Ravi was intentionally driving rash to enjoy my breast's touch. When I noticed his intentions, shivers went through my whole body. I actually was thrilled. So later on, I never waited for him to apply breaks. Instead, I started clinging onto him from behind.

I and Manish started getting more and more adventurous. We started smooching and kissing. One day, Manish took me to his friend's vacant house. We watched an adult movie. While watching movie, Manish started fondling with my breasts. He also unbuttoned my top. I was already excited by watching the movie, so I did not resist. In no time, I was naked. Manish too got undressed. I was enjoying his kissing and sucking on my breasts. I was too wet between my groins. Manish's hard penis was touching my naked body. First, I felt uncomfortable with it. It was my first time. But I ignored it since what Manish was doing with my breasts and nipple was very exciting. Manish's hard penis rubbed against my genital area. It was such a great feeling. I was totally overwhelmed with the excitement. But just then, I felt warm liquid against my thighs. First I had thought thatManish couldn't control his pee and I felt very dirty. I pushed Manish away and then realized that it was a thick white fluid. My friends had told me that men ejaculate semen during intercourse. I took a napkin and wiped it off.Manish lied on the ground. He looked completely exhausted. I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself and came back. Manish was still lying there. I noticed that his penis had shrunk. I was a bit amused, I asked him to get dressed since I was getting late to home.

That night, I was very quiet at home. After we had dinner, we all watched TV for some time and then my parents went to bed in their bedroom. I and my sister Rekha prepared our bedding in the living room. That was our daily routine. Rekha was as usual talking about her friends and teachers at college. But I was in no mood to listen. She even asked me what had happened. But I told her that I had a mild headache.

Sometimes at midnight, I woke up from a dream about the incident that had happened between me and Manish. I looked besides me. Rekha was fast asleep. I replayed the incident with Manish in my mind. Immediately, I sensed wetness in my panties. I opened the front buttons of my gown and put my hands inside it. I wanted to squeeze my nipple. But the bra was tight. So I sat on the bed, loosed the bra strapped and again lied on the bed. Now I could touch my breast inside the bra. I squeezed it and circled my fingers around my nipple and then I held my nipple between my index finger and thumb and pulled it. It sent current through my entire body. Now I pulled my gown from bottom up with my other hand. And I put my hand inside thepantie. I explored my genital area trying to locate the spot where Manish's hard penis had rubbed to give me an heavenly experience. I found the spot. I rubbed it with my fingers and I was very excited. I could feel the area getting very wet. I continued to rub and at the same time squeeze my breast with other hand. Wow, it was a wonderful experience. I was squirming in the bed. My sister next to me had no idea of what I was experiencing. But now, my thighs and groins became stiff. My genital muscles contracted. It was a blissful state for next minute or so. I felt very relaxed. I just laid in that position for few minutes, before I straightened my clothes. I didn't realize when I slept.

Since then, I and Manish shared several intimate moments. But I never let him enter inside. I wanted to keep that experience until the wedding night. That time, I didn't even know that it won't beManish, but Ravi who I would get married to. After our college, Manish went to US for further studies and we didn't realize how our contact just faded away. I sometimes wonder where he would be and what he would be doing. For some reason, I did not feel like I lost his love though. May be it was more of an infatuation than love.

So, after Ravi and I met first time formally in front of our parents, our parents liked our pair. My mother asked me what I thought. Actually, I had nothing negative against Ravi to point out. He was well settled in London. He looked like any ordinary guy. He had picked up the British manners like keeping on saying sorry and thank you in every other statement. But he still had an Indian accent. Although it was not a love at first sight, I thought it was good for me to marry Ravi. He was financially stable, and he lived in London so not much interference from in-laws.

Our marriage was a modest ceremony. It was held in Mumbai's most reputed club in an A/C hall. We were so exhausted by the ceremony that when we got in our car to go home, I told Ravi "If you don't mind I would just like to go to bed". Ravi looked at me surprised, but he nodded. He seemed to agree since in the morning we had a small pooja and that evening we had a 3:00PM flight to London. So it was going to be very hectic next day also. We went to my in-law's house first to complete some pending ceremonies. We also got chance to freshen up and change into simple clothes. I felt so relieved after taking out my jewelleries and richly embroidered saree.

We left my in-laws house at around 10 at night. My sister in-laws had packed my bag for the wedding night stay. We checked into the Taj at Nariman point. There was a rose bouquet and mint chocolate kept on our bed. The room temperature was kept perfect. Not too cold, but cool enough. As we entered and shut the door behind us, I put my bag on the luggage stand. Ravi made sure that he locked the door and he held me from behind. He kissed my neck from behind and whispered in my ears, "Happy wedding night!" I turned around and put my arms around his neck. I rubbed my nose against him and wished him the same. I rememberedManish. Ravi very gently kissed my lips. I felt like this was the first legitimate kiss I was having. Manish and I had kissed many times, but having raised in conservative Hindu culture, I always had guilty feeling indulging in intimate relationship withManish. For that matter, I had a guilty feeling about masturbating too.

I released myself from Ravi's arms and told him that I will change. Ravi let me go. I opened my bag. My sisters-in law had packed some flavored condoms, a DVD set titled Better Sex series sexplorations and a white satin spaghetti straps gown. I looked at Ravi and said "Your sisters are very naughty! Look at what they packed!" Ravi came towards me smiling. He put a hand around me and said, "After all, they are my sisters! They packed rest of the stuff. I only packed the gown. I bought it. You liked it?" I nodded and said, "Yeah, but I have near worn anything so sexy!" Ravi smiled and said "Neither had you kissed a man before today!" I looked at Ravi. He made that statement very innocently. I thought, "poor guy! he doesn't know this isn't my first kiss". I smiled at him and said "OK! I will wear it". I took the gown and a new pair of my undergarments and walked towards the bathroom. "Varsha, there is a wearing instruction for the gown. They say that the gown is effective only when you don't wear anything underneath it" Ravi said and chuckled. I turned my neck to look at him. He winked at me. He looked cute with that naughty face. I had started liking him. But thought ofManish still came up in my mind. If it was Manish, he would have just grabbed me and stripped me naked by now. Ravi was different. He was very smooth I thought.

I went to the bathroom and stripped my clothes off. I had done waxing at the beauty parlor earlier night. I wore that night gown and checked in the full size mirror. It was only knee high and had a wider neck to reveal my cleavage. Though it was satin, it was a bit transparent. I noticed that the hair cover on my genital was faintly visible. My nipples too pointed through the gown. I felt shy to directly go in front of Ravi like that.

So, I took the towel and wrapped around me and came out of the bathroom. Ravi was sitting on the bed surfing the TV channels. He had changed into a white t shirt and a short. As I came out, he looked at me and disapprovingly said, "What is this? Feeling shy in front of me? Should I ask for another room for me now or what?" I was actually shivering with the excitement and the cool air. I took a deep breath and told Ravi, "Ok! you have to shut your eyes." Ravi obliged. After he shut his eyes, I dropped the bath towel and folded my hands to cover my blossom and asked him to open his eyes. Ravi looked at me. His eyes gleamed. He got up from the bed and came towards me. He stood in front of me and held my shoulders. His firm but assuring grip on my shoulders sent shivers through my spine. Ravi bent down and kissed on the side of my neck. It felt so good. Again Manish's thought came in my mind. I could not stop comparing my husband with my previous lover. If it was Manish, he would have banged me down by now. But Ravi was very gentle. I felt very secured and cozy in his approach. A though came to my mind, "Is he used to pleasing women?" But I shrugged that thought off. I did not want to miss out the the fun I was having.

Ravi held me and took me towards the bed. He sat on the bed and made me stand in front of him. He took my hands and separated them from over my chest. Now he wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me closer to him. His head pressed against my body, just beneath my bust. I put my hand over his head and curled my fingers through his hair. He softly spoke, "You are very beautiful. I love you!" Ah! Those three magic words did much more to me than any erotic act I had indulged in. It enthused me. I quickly held his head and lifted it and bent down to kiss him. I kissed him fervently. He tightened his grip around my waist. We continued kissing. Our noses were brushing against each other. Our tongues were chasing each other. It was very intimate moment. Ravi was slowly unleashing his vigor. He had put his hands inside my gowns over my buttocks. His fingers buried in my buttock cheeks.

Now, Ravi threw himself on the bed dragging me with him. I fell over Ravi. My gown was lifted and my bottom was bare. My bushy pussy rubbed against Ravi's crotch. I felt his erect penis. I wanted to grab it, but I thought if I did that, he would realize that I had been with a man before. I focused only on kissing. After few seconds, he rolled me over. Now I was on lying on the bed and he was over me. He stared at me. Softly moving his hand through my hair. "How are you feeling right now?" He asked. "Scared!" I replied. Although I was feeling very hot, I thought if I revealed my true feelings, he would feel that I was a slut. He smiled and asked "Why?" I said, "This is very overwhelming. I have never experienced it" 'God! I am so good at faking', I thought. "Neither have I!" replied Ravi. I was pleasantly surprised! May be what I thought earlier about Ravi was untrue. Or May be he was as good a liar as I was! I thought. Human mind is so weird. It expects everyone else other than self to be perfect. I felt selfish about my thoughts. So, I shrugged them off and just tangled my hands around Ravi's neck and shut my eyes.

"Feeling sleepy?" asked Ravi. I nodded. It was a very long day for us. The hectic ceremony and meeting with hundreds of people had worn me down. Ravi got off of me and we both moved up in the bed. I was lying on my back. Ravi turned towards me and without touching me he kept staring at my body. Then he put his hand over my breast. The satin rubbed against my skin due to the pressure from his hands. It gave me a very sensational feeling. I softly moaned. My reaction encouraged Ravi and he pressed the breasts. I bit my lower lip and held Ravi's hand over my breasts. "Still feeling sleepy?" Ravi asked. I gave him a naughty look. Ravi understood my intentions. He became bolder. He lifted himself and came closer to me and kissed my cleavage. He licked it. I loved that wet touch of his tongue. Ravi now pulled the gown from my shoulders. My breast was exposed. Ravi kissed it. I moaned louder. I was loving what he was doing. Ravi started sucking my breast. I squirmed all over the bed.

Ravi played with my breasts for few minutes before he stopped and pulled up his shirt. He also took his pants off. I saw Ravi's hard erect penis. I thought it was smaller than that ofManish . It was throbbing with excitement. Now this was going to be my first experience. Having an intercourse. Ravi held his penis and directed it in my vagina. I was very wet, but still stiff in my groins. After struggling a bit, he got inside me. It was a bit painful, but I felt Ravi's thrust. It hit the sensitive area inside my vagina. It was a very intense experience and I screamed. Ravi looked at me and asked "Are you ok?" I nodded and signaled him to continue. Ravi stroked harder. I was moaning and shaking my head. I was overwhelmed with the intimate experience. I felt a squirt soaking my vaginal walls. Ravi's stroking was stopped. He had ejaculated inside me. Our marriage ceremony concluded that moment. We were truly a couple now. It was very intense. Ravi fell upon me. He was panting. The semen oozed out from my vagina. But I was so tired, I did not bother to clean up. We never realized when we dozed off.

Sometime in early morning, I woke up to find Ravi sucking my breasts. His erect penis touched my thighs. I was amazed. He was erect again. I responded to him. We kissed each other. He pressed my breasts and sucked them. He rode me and then again he shoved his erect penis inside me. I again experienced those heavenly strokes before he ejaculated. This time, amount of semen he squirted was less. But I enjoyed it. After he got off, I went to bathroom to clean myself. I noticed the bloodstains on the bed sheet. I showed them to Ravi. Ravi didn't say anything but I could sense that he had a sigh of relief. May be because he was assured that I was a virgin all these days. I felt good too.

So, this is how our married life began. There is lot more to write....