This experience is one of the most satisfying experiences I have had in my life. Well, sometimes things just go your way, I guess.
It happened eight years ago. At the time, I had lived in the US for just about a year. I was staying in an apartment with three guys who were from different parts of India. I couldn’t get along with a couple of them. So I was trying hard to make new friends at work and online. That’s when I met Priya during an internet chat. We discussed our lives and interests in the US and got to know each other.
Priya was in her early 30s. She was married and had one daughter. She had been living in the US for four years, and she worked part-time at the local library. After our first few chats, she would come online in the afternoons and wait for me to log in on the chat app.
A week later, I took a chance and asked for her phone number. To my surprise, she gave it to me without hesitation. I began calling her on weekdays during our lunch time. My office was very close to my apartment building, so I would go home during lunch and call her from there.
Our conversations gradually became more personal as we got closer. We had become so close we would even chat about sex. One time, our conversations got really heated, and I asked her if she was wet. She told me she had become very wet with an aroused tone in her voice. I told her to take off her clothes. To my pleasant surprise, she undressed. I also undressed, and we masturbated, watching each other for the first time. Since that day, it become a routine for us. I would return home at lunch, call her, and we’d masturbate. She was shy and didn’t say much while masturbating. She simply moaned and repeated, “Yes, yeah.” Despite this, she was reluctant to meet me. She said, “I don’t know. I have to take care of my daughter. Besides that, I’ve never met a guy without my husband’s knowledge.”
I knew she wanted to meet me despite her hesitation. So I said, “You can leave your daughter with someone you trust for just half a day. I want you to feel at ease with me. Don’t do anything if you believe it will make you feel guilty or bad. I’m sure I’d love to do it with you. Moreover, we will only do what you are comfortable doing.”
“I can leave my daughter with a friend. But when we meet, you have to use condoms,” she said.
My heart jumped with joy. “Anything you want,” I said, trying to sound calm.
On the day we had planned to meet, I went to the hotel early and waited for her. She arrived at around 10 a.m. The first time I saw her in person, I was amazed by her good looks. She was about 5’4″ and fair. She was wearing a short-sleeved, white t-shirt and a maroon midi skirt. The tight shirt outlined the shape of her round breasts and slender waist. The midi skirt highlighted the shape of her hips and shapely, plump buttocks.
I tried to avoid looking at her breasts that were protruding. I gazed into her eyes and said, “I am glad we could finally meet.”
“Yes,” she said, smiling with little shyness.
“Do you want to go to the room?” I asked.
She nodded, and we went to the room and booked a couple of days earlier.
Once we were inside the room, I stood in front of her and looked into her pretty eyes. “Thanks for coming,” I said.
She smiled and said, “I was looking forward to meeting you. You look very different in person.”
“Do I look good or bad?” I asked.
“You are handsome,” she complimented me.
I moved closer, took her in my arms and kissed her lips for the first time. Her response was good. So with excitement, I held her slim waist and french kissed her. I lifted her shirt, felt her bra and grasped the cups of her bra. I rubbed my thumb fingers on top of her breasts, which made her moan softly. I broke the kiss, sensing we were both getting aroused. I asked, “Ready to do it?”
She nodded shyly. I gently squeezed her breasts through her bra and lowered my hands. I lifted her t-shirt, and she took it off. I removed my clothes while she was getting undressed.
I saw her naked body for the first time in person and wished I’d been married to a beautiful woman like her. I hugged her and kissed her, but this time our naked bodies pressed against each other. My penis was pressed on her soft vulva, longing for comfort. I could feel her aroused breasts and nipples poking on my chest, and her soft belly and thighs against my body. I kissed her with love and grabbed the cheeks of her buttocks. I squeezed the soft flesh and continued kissing her.
As we felt more aroused, she broke the kiss and looked into my eyes, smiling shyly.
Sensing her readiness, I asked, “Shall we?”
She nodded with a shy smile. I gestured for her to get onto the bed. She climbed the bed and lay on her back. I climbed into the bed and lay next to her, on her right side. I put my right leg over her legs, and kissed her lips. I moved my right hand down to her vagina and rubbed her soft and hairless vulva. As she moaned, I broke the kiss. I was about to move down to her breasts when her phone began to ring. I looked at her. She sat up with fear on her face. She pointed at her handbag and said, “Take my phone!”
She had kept her bag on a chair on the other side of the room. I hurried to the chair and took her phone from the bag. I looked at the screen and saw a guys picture. I went back to her, showing the screen thinking she could ignore the call if it was someone unimportant. She gestured me to hurry up. I hurried and gave the phone to her. She answered the call.
As she talked on the phone, I realized two things. One, she was speaking with her husband. Two, the guy’s picture on her phone screen looked familiar.
After she finished talking, she shook her head and said, “It was my husband. He always calls when I am in the middle of something important!”
“Can I see a picture of your husband?” I asked, to confirm if he was someone I had met.
She looked at me suspiciously and said, “I hope you are planning to blackmail me.”
“I’ll never do that,” I assured her and sat on the mattress, next to her.
She opened a picture and showed it to me. I took a good look and recognized him. He used to be my team lead in one of the companies I had worked for in India. The guy was a bully and an asshole. He had moved to the US, five years ahead of me. I couldn’t believe he got lucky enough to marry a very beautiful woman. I felt a mix of jealousy and excitement to have sex with my bully’s wife.
“What happened?” His beautiful wife asked.
“Nothing. He is handsome!” I said, controlling my urge to say, He is an asshole.
“You’re handsome too. I like you,” she said and smiled.
Knowing for the first time that Priya was Anoops’s wife, I pecked a kiss on her lips, and we lay on the bed. I kissed her passionately again, feeling as if Karma was giving me justice for the insults and humiliations Anoop had put me through. I kneaded and squeezed her breasts. “Ouch!” She broke the kiss. “Gently. It will become wet with milk,” she said.
“Are you still lactating?” I asked, surprised.
“Of course. My daughter is just one and a half years old,” she said and smiled.
“Oh yeah! I forgot,” I said and asked, “Can I taste your milk?”
I thought she would refuse, but she said, “Sure.”
Feeling happy, I went down to her breasts and sucked one of her nipples.
“Not like that!” she said.
I let go of her nipple and looked at her, confused.
“Take the nipple and the areola into your mouth,” she said. “Press your chin into my breast and keep your nose clear. If you latch on properly, milk flow will be easy.”
I followed her instructions, and milk followed easily just as she said. I put my right hand between her inner thighs and touched her vulva. I found her swollen, protruding clitoris and rubbed it with my fingers. She caressed the back of my head and moaned with pleasure. I inserted my forefinger and middle finger inside her vagina, and she immediately pulled my head firmly against her breasts. I sucked harder, swallowing her tasty milk while rubbing her clit with my thumb. I felt the dampness of her vagina on my fingers and knew it was time to penetrate her.
I stopped kissing and withdrew my fingers from her vagina. I positioned myself between her legs, pushed her thighs apart with my hands and lay on top of her. I wiggled my hips and placed the head of my cock in the moist opening of her vagina. I pushed forward slowly, and her pussy lips stretched open, accepting the head of my cock between them. She immediately gasped, breaking the kiss. Her legs opened wider, and I pushed my cock inside slowly. Her eyes closed, and she shuddered as my cock inched into her vagina, stretching it and filling it. I lay on top of her, flattening her swollen breasts against my chest.
Priya folded her legs over the back of my legs. She cupped my buttocks and pulled me deeper into her till I felt the head of my cock bump on her cervix. “Ooooh! It’s big!” she sobbed and whimpered again and again as my swollen glans rubbed against the mouth of her womb.
I admired Anoop’s pretty wife and began stroking my cock inside her hot vagina, feeling jealous but very lucky to have got a chance to have sex with her. She began thrusting up her pelvis to meet my first strokes. I understood that she wanted more and increased the pace of my strokes. I plunged in and out of her faster and faster, and time and time again my balls hit into the crack of her ass. She stopped thrusting up her pelvis and lay still as I jackhammered into her cunt.
“Ugh! Yes … yes!” She moaned, clamping her vagina tightly around my cock.
I too was getting closer to climax. I battered my cock in and out of her clutching pussy.
Aaaaaahhh! Yeah! Don’t stop! I’m coming! she said and shuddered.
‘Damn. I forgot the condom,’ I thought, but I couldn’t stop. I plunged deep into her and shot cum into her pussy. She let out a satisfactory laugh. I stopped fucking and lay still on her, ejaculating semen into her cunt and hoping she wouldn’t realize I had not put on a condom.
“It never felt this good before,” she said.
I shot another load of cum into her and looked into her eyes, wondering if she was joking.
“Really,” she said. “My husband has some kind of penis dysfunction. He pre-ejaculates, and he doesn’t even have a good sperm count.
“So. Did you have a baby through IVF?” I asked.
“No. It’s a secret,” she said and gave me a mischievous smile.
“You don’t have to tell me your secret. I just want to have a good relationship with you forever,” I said and pecked a kiss on her lips.
“Me too. I can’t divorce my husband because our families have been related for a long time. But we can be friends forever,” she said.
As my cock began to shrink, I pulled it out and lay next to her. I put an arm on her, and we talked. I asked her if she likes oral sex and anal sex. She told me she hasn’t had anal sex, but she has had oral sex, and she didn’t mind sucking a penis. So I suggested we could have a quick wash and try the 69 position and anal intercourse. She didn’t mind oral sex, but she hesitated to have anal intercourse. So I didn’t push her.
We washed and dried and returned to the bed. We tried 69. I lay on my back, and she was on top. She sucked my cock and I ate her pussy. I also stimulated her anus with my tongue and asked her again if we can have anal sex. Perhaps the stimulation worked because she agreed, and we had anal intercourse. After I ejaculated in her asshole, we took a break, then she sat on top of me and rode me till she climaxed.
That day before leaving the hotel room, I had ejaculated in her vagina twice and in her asshole once.
After that day, our bond became stronger. Two weeks later she told me she was pregnant. I asked her who the father of the child was. She told me it’s a secret. I still have a good relationship with her. We meet in different hotel rooms once or twice a month. I never informed her I had worked with her husband, and she never told me I was the father of her second child, but I do know because the child looks like me. I met Anoop by chance in a store two months ago. He tried to put me down with his sarcastic comments. I just ignored the bastard because I was having the last laugh by keeping his beautiful wife happy.