I met Sneha on a little-known chat website when I was living and working in Bangalore almost eight years ago. She was also living in Bangalore. I was 25 and she was 32. I was single, but she was married. She was a housewife, living with her husband and two children. She and her husband were from some place in Andhra Pradesh. She had moved to Bangalore with her husband and children four years ago because her husband had got a job in a good IT company. I am from Delhi, and I had only been in Bangalore for one year at that time. So I was looking for friends. I met a few interesting people who were more or less the same age as me. But meeting Sneha was the most rewarding experience. She was interesting the first time I chatted with her. I wasn’t sure if she would chat with me next time, but the next day she showed up on chat. I messaged her, and she replied. We chatted and became more friendly. When we were chatting for the third time, I asked her to send me a picture or show herself on camera. She told me it was too early to show herself on camera, but she can email me a picture of her after the chat. I told her I understood her concerns. So after we ended the chat, she emailed me a picture of her with an anonymous email address. I saw the picture, and I was surprised. I had not expected a woman from Andhra to look as beautiful as the woman in the picture. I hoped it was really her.
The next time I chatted with her, I asked if I can give her a call. She told me she can only speak in English and two other South Indian languages. I was a bit disappointed that she couldn’t speak Hindi. I told her we can talk in English, but she still hesitated and told me she will think about it and let me know the next time we chat.
The next afternoon we began to chat as usual, but after a few minutes, I asked her if I could call her. To my delight, she agreed. I called her and she answered. I was pleasantly surprised by her voice. Even though she sounded mature, she had a sweet and feminine voice. We had a wonderful conversation that day. After that day, I called her every afternoon, except Sunday, because her husband and children were at home. She called me sometimes when her husband was not near her. But we usually talked in the afternoons because it was the only time both of us were free to chat. She was not free in the evenings after her children and husband returned home. I was also free in the afternoons because I lived close to my office at the time, and I went home for lunch. I used to chat with her during my lunchtime and return to the office.
One day when we were talking on the phone, I brought up the topic of sex. She hesitated to talk about sex. So I expressed my interest in having sex with her. She told me she was very committed to her husband and she changed the topic. In the following calls, I talked about sex more, hoping to change her mind, and slowly she began to show interest. She didn’t get angry with me when I spoke dirty with her. She would just listen to me and laugh softly. Once when I was telling her about my favourite sex positions, the conversation got really heated, and I asked her if she was wet. She laughed and said she was very wet. I asked her to masturbate with me, and she agreed to do it. We talked dirty on the phone and masturbated for the first time together, moaning with pleasure. Having phone sex became a routine for us, but I had still not seen her on camera.
After having phone sex for two weeks, I told her we should have a video call and masturbate. To my surprise, she agreed. I video-called her for the first time, and I was mind blown. She was more beautiful on the video call than in the picture. She had medium brown complexion with a natural glow. She had an oval-shaped, pretty face with high cheekbones. She had big, dark brown eyes, a straight nose that was well-proportioned to her face, and full lips with a subtle smile radiating charm. Her face radiated warmth, kindness, and confidence. She had a Bindi and Sindoor on her forehead, a Mangalsutra around her neck, and gold bangles on her wrists. She was wearing a yellow, semi-transparent Saree and blouse. She looked like a gorgeous housewife.
“You are very beautiful,” I said, admiring her pretty face.
“Thank you,” she said and smiled.
“Let’s get started,” I said.
“Ok,” she said and stood up. I saw her navel through her Saree. She lifted her Saree and petticoat and removed her undies. She sat on the chair, lifted her legs, and kept her feet on the chair. She spread her legs and showed me one of the most beautiful views I had ever seen. She had glowing, plump thighs and curved outer vaginal lips that were clean-shaven. Her inner vaginal lips resembled a flower ready to open, luscious with new nectar.
She smiled, touching her pussy lips with one hand and said, “Show me your thing.”
I pointed the camera at my dick and showed it to her.
She laughed softly and said, “It’s very good.”
I stroked it and asked, “Do you want it?”
“Mmm-hmm,” she hummed, admitting that she wanted it.
“Do you want it in her mouth?” I asked, stroking my cock.
“Mmm-hmm,” she hummed again with a smile.
“Do you want it in your vagina?” I asked.
“Mmm-hmm,” she hummed, rubbing her clit with her fingers.
“Do you want it in your asshole?” I asked, stroking my cock harder.
“No! It will hurt too much!” she said and moaned, rubbing hard on her clit.
“Show me your ass!” I demanded.
She stood up holding her Saree and turned around. My heart melted the moment I saw her ass. It looked so soft and beautiful; big, plump, and wide.
“Show me your asshole,” I demanded again.
She laughed and put her hands behind. She grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart, exposing the groove between her ass cheeks. Hidden in the groove was her anus that looked like a precious gem.
I stroked my cock harder and harder, admiring her sexy ass. But after a few seconds, she turned around and sat back on the chair. Spreading her legs, she rubbed hard on her clit. Luckily, the view of her plump thighs and creamy cunt was equally sexy to watch and jerk off. So I stroked my cock till I ejaculated, and she rubbed her clit till her pussy squirted more cream. We moaned with pleasure and orgasmed.
After our first experience of masturbating on a video call, we tried it three more times and realised it wasn’t enough for us. So, we decided to meet.
Two months after our first online meeting, we were ready to meet in person. I told her we can meet in my house, which I renting with a friend. My friend was also employed, and he was not at home most of the time. But she didn’t want to come to my house for our first meeting. So we discussed and agreed to meet in a hotel room. We agreed on a day, time, and the hotel. I booked a hotel room and took the day off to meet her.
We had to wait for four days before we could meet. We talked every day about what we should do on our first meeting. We were very excited. We waited patiently. And finally when it was the day for our meeting, I went to the hotel first and waited outside the hotel. While I waited, I called her. She told me she was coming in an auto-rickshaw. After a five-minute wait, an auto-rickshaw stopped near the hotel. And, she got out of the auto-rickshaw. Damn! She was hot! She was wearing a semi-transparent, deep green-coloured Saree that had gold Zari border. She had a slim figure, but her tits were big, and her ass was bigger than her tits and wider than her shoulders. She was bottom heavy, and the Saree made her body look like a beautiful painted vase.
She turned, looked at me, and smiled shyly. My heart skipped a beat. I smiled and went close to her. “Hi! How are you?” I asked her.
“My heart is beating so fast. I am scared!” she said, keeping her hands on her chest.
“Don’t be scared,” I said. “It’ll be okay when we are in the room.”
“Let’s go. I don’t want anybody to see me,” she said.
We quickly entered the hotel and checked in. We took the lift to the third floor and located our room. We went inside, and I quickly took her in my arms and told her she looked very beautiful. She smiled shyly and I kissed her lips. She kissed me back and soon we were lost in a long, passionate kiss as I moved my hands on her curvy body, feeling the softness of her breasts, belly, waist, and ass. I squeezed her ass and French kissed her. I couldn’t believe I was kissing some guy’s hot wife and a mother of two children. I felt very lucky as I kissed her. But I didn’t want to waste time. I wanted to make sure I penetrate her before she changed her mind. I broke the kiss and said, “Let’s do it.”
She nodded. I pulled her Saree’s Pallu from her shoulder.
“Do you want to see my breasts?” she asked with a smile.
“I want to kiss it and eat it!” I said, teasing her.
She laughed and removed her blouse and bra. I quickly removed my clothes. She lifted her Saree and removed her panties. She climbed the bed and lay down on her back. She bent her legs and spread her legs. I climbed the bed and knelt between her legs. The view from there was amazing. Her clean-shaved vaginal lips and the glowing skin of her soft inner thighs were surrounded by her green petticoat and Saree. I wanted to eat her pussy and taste her cream, but I was desperate to penetrate her. I lay on top of her and pecked a kiss on her lips. I kept my elbows on the bed and raised myself up. I pressed the tip of my prick on her vaginal lips, and yeah! I had aimed it right! The tip was in the wet slit of her pussy. I slowly pushed inside. The wet, stretching vaginal walls wrapped around my cock, as I pushed fully inside her. I lay on her and looked at her. Her eyes were closed. I kissed her eyelids one after the other. She opened her eyes and smiled.
“We did it,” I said and squeezed her breasts.
“Mmm…you are so young and handsome,” she said and squeezed her vaginal walls around my cock.
I was surprised by the wetness on my hands and looked down at her breasts. “Is it milk?” I asked.
“Mmm…” she said and smiled.
I bent down and sucked her nipples. Her milk tasted very good. I sucked both her nipples one after the other and pumped my dick inside her vagina. She caressed my back for some time, then she grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me into her thighs. I got the message and I began fucking harder into her. In and out, I stroked my cock inside her sweet cunt. Desperate to cum inside the spicy Andhra mama’s cunt, I increased the speed of fucking. She moaned with her mouth open and eyes closed. I fucked her again and again, admiring her pretty face. I fucked, fucked, and fucked her hot cunt again and again. In and out, in and out, in and out, on and on and on. As she climaxed, she spasmed and let out a loud moan. Unable to control myself, I thrust my cock deep inside her and ejaculated. I lay on her and ejaculated peacefully as she slowly calmed down. I kissed her lips. She opened her eyes and we kissed. I tried to push my shrinking dick deep inside her. She laughed softly and asked, “Do you want to do it again?”
“Yeah, I want to try a few sex positions. Maybe, doggy and cowgirl.”
She smiled and said, “Ok. But we have to finish before 2. I have to pick up my children from the school.”
“Ok,” I said and rolled over. I lay on the bed next to her.
We talked and relaxed for a few minutes while we lovingly touched each other. I caressed her belly, kissed parts of her face, squeezed her breasts, sucked her nipples and drank her milk . She played with my cock and balls, and breastfed me. I told her I love her. She told me she also loved me but she also loved her husband and children. I asked her if she will meet me again. She assured me that she would meet me whenever it was convenient for her.
After 10 minutes, my cock was fully erect. She told me to lie down on my back. I did as I was told. She knelt on the bed with her legs on either side of me. She caught my cock and kept the tip in the slit of her pussy. Then she lowered herself and took my cock fully inside her vagina. She rode on my dick like a cowgirl and fucked me till she climaxed; laughing happily. She bent over, kissed my lips, and said, “Your future wife will be so lucky.”
“Your husband is very lucky,” I said, looking at her Mangalsutra, which was hanging from her neck and resting on my chest.
“Don’t feel so bad. We can have sex whenever it is convenient for us,” she reassured me, looking into my eyes.
I smiled, happy with reassurance. She kissed my lips, got up and lay next to me. We talked and fondled each other till my cock was erect again. Then she asked, “Do you want to do it do it again?”
“Doggy?” I asked.
“Okay,” she said and smiled.
She knelt on the bed, on all fours with her Saree lifted above her ass. I knelt behind her, between her legs, and bent down at her beautiful ass cheeks. I planted kisses on every inch of her plump ass cheeks, and she laughed softly. I asked her if she was okay with anal penetration. She told me she was not prepared, but I can try next time. So I penetrated her doggy style and ejaculated inside her vagina for the third time.
By the time we finished, it was 1:45. She quickly washed, adjusted her Saree and hair, and kissed me goodbye, promising to meet me soon. After she left, I drank beer and relaxed in the hotel room.
After that day, she didn’t mind meeting me in my house when my friend was not at home. She used to come home during my lunchtime with very yummy spicy Andhra food. We had lunch together and we had sex whenever we were in the mood. We tried almost everything; I had anal and vaginal intercourse with her, she sucked my cock, I ate her vagina and asshole, I tit fucked her etc.
We were happy lovers for four months, but things changed after my housemate found out about us. He was one of my good friends, so he started teasing me about it. But after a few days, when we were drinking he expressed an interest in having sex with Sneha. I felt possessive of her but he convinced me that I shouldn’t feel possessive because she was someone else’s wife and I shouldn’t get too attached to her. I slowly understood he was right and agreed to talk with her about him.
After a few days I spoke with her about my friend’s desire to have sex with her. She hesitated for more than a month. So my friend and I came up with a plan and put it into action. I invited Sneha to my house and I was having sex with her. She was kneeling on the left side of the bed on all fours with her Saree lifted above her ass. I was standing on the floor behind her, holding her waist and fucking her vagina. My friend entered the room naked and stood on the other side of the bed, facing her and me. She was shocked. I thrust my cock deep inside her and bent over her back. I kissed her neck and said, “Don’t be scared. He just wants to his cock to you. If you like it, you can try it.” Then I stood straight and continued fucking her. My friend climbed the bed and pointed his cock at her mouth. She opened her mouth and took it inside her mouth. I winked at my friend, and he smiled happily getting his cock sucked.
Sneha sucked his cock while I fucked her cunt. After I ejaculated inside her, Sneha told my friend to lie down on his back, and she sat on him, taking his cock inside her vagina. She fucked him for the first time.
My friend and I had an awesome sexual relationship with Sneha for over a year. But because all good things must end, our relationship also ended when she told us her husband got a job in Hyderabad and they will be moving to Hyderabad. My friend and I wear heartbroken. We had wild sex with her for the last time and we fucked her goodbye.
I still love spicy Andhra food and hot Andhra women.