Desi Sex Stories Thank you all for reading my previously shared experience, “The Flight We Missed”. In case you haven’t, feel free to check it out on my author page.
Everything narrated here actually happened a few years ago, and I’ve done my best to write every detail of what happened with another man’s wife while I was vacationing.
I am Nikhil, 41, a passionate wildlife photographer from Bengaluru. Professionally, I am in a Senior Executive role at a start-up. Whenever I get a chance, I pick up my camera and go on a nature photography trip. Most of the time, I go solo, and a few times, friends might join.
Yes, I am married and have no kids by choice. I’m 5.4 – may not be the tallest guy, but I make up for it with a sharp presence and an appetite for adventures, which might not be measured in feet.
My first marriage ended in a divorce. Long court proceedings had exhausted me, and during the battle, I knew I had to go on a vacation once everything was settled. I picked the Maasai Mara – one of the iconic wildlife reserves in Africa.
I booked my tickets to Nairobi, and from the airport, it was roughly a 6-hour drive to the legendary Maasai Mara Reserve. I chose the 3D/2N package to enjoy a thrilling safari, visit a Maasai village, and enjoy the Savannah. I earned this vacation. I needed this one badly.
Thankfully, everything went as planned, and I reached Nairobi airport as per my itinerary. The tour operator had a few pickup points, and by the time I got into the vehicle, there were already five fellow travelers on board. En route, we got to know each other.
That’s where I met Alice, in her early thirties, a French traveler, who was about 5.6 feet tall, fit as well as wonderfully curvy. She looked effortlessly cool; long, wavy dark hair fell over one shoulder, a warm and relaxed smile, a tattoo visible on her bicep, dressed – she had an adventurous charisma.
She was supposed to come with her husband, but due to some last-minute complications and since everything was non-refundable, she chose to travel solo. Alice and I were the only solo travelers in the group, and the others were there with their respective partners.
We reached the camp on time, and luckily, it was a rest day for us. After finishing the check-in formalities, my travel from Bengaluru to Nairobi, with a layover in Mumbai, had drained me. All I wanted was a good drink and a good night’s sleep.
We were guided to our respective rooms/tents and told to regroup later that evening. The camp had invited a local Maasai staff member to talk about their traditions, wildlife, and culture.
I took a nice long shower, spoke to my family back home, changed into comfortable clothes, and went out to join the rest of the group. By the time I joined them, I realized I was a bit late. We were served fresh passion fruit juice along with a few light snacks.
Around the campfire, the host shared stories of how they coexisted with wild animals for generations, family traditions, and how they became guides, rangers, and conservation partners. I was really impressed by their harmony with nature.
Dinner started shortly, and our group switched from fruit juice to cold beers and spent the evening sharing stories about our respective lives. After dinner, one by one, the guests started heading back to their rooms/tents since we had an early safari the next morning.
Alice and I decided to stay back for some more time, enjoying a couple more beers.
Me: The night is so peaceful, I don’t feel like leaving from here.
She (looking up into the sky): Same for me. Back home, I haven’t looked up in years. Hard to believe there are this many stars.
Me: Your voice and your expressions say that. How did you end up solo?
She: Work. Last-minute issues at his firm. It was practically impossible for him to address the issue. We had been planning this trip for months. He told me not to waste the tickets, and I needed this break. What’s your story?
Me (took a sip of beer and smiled): I am starting over after I got divorced a couple of days ago. Second innings of my bachelorhood.
She (clinked our bottles): That’s rough. But, cheers to your new beginning.
Me: Cheers to your first solo trip.
After some time, we realized we had an early date with the sunrise and walked back towards our tents and wished each other good night.
On day 1, our group had chosen a full-day safari. We started at around 6 AM – the team had arranged for breakfast and lunch at the designated sites. It was a fruitful day since we spotted lions, elephants, cheetahs, and others.
Before we could head back to the camp, the guide took us for a sundowner (driving to a scenic location before sunset). Alice and I were very much together, since the others were busy with their photography sessions.
I took my camera and said, “Stay there for a second, Alice; the background is beautiful.”
She turned her face slightly, half-smilingly replied: “You’re making me self-conscious, Nikhil.”
I clicked a few shots and looked at them, walked towards her, and showed her the shot and replied, “Self-conscious? You should be on a brochure.”
Alice smiled. She didn’t answer. I took more pictures of her. She didn’t pose any further. All the shots came very naturally.
She turned towards me and jovially said: “Don’t stare at me.”
I smiled and replied softly, “I’m glad your husband couldn’t make it.”
Alice raised her eyebrows – didn’t look offended and shot back, saying, “That’s bold for someone who only got divorced a few days ago.”
I winked at her and reminded her, “Second innings.”
She leaned, her shoulder brushed mine, and whispered, “I’m glad he couldn’t make it too.”
A few minutes later, the guide informed all of us that it was time to head back to the camp.
Alice quietly said, “Looks like the show’s over.”
I smiled and responded, “For now.”
We walked back to the vehicle with the rest of the group. The drive back to the camp was quiet between us. We sat next to each other, and occasionally our arms brushed, but neither of us moved away nor said anything.
“See you at dinner?” I asked Alice.
She looked up at the sky and turned to me. “Yeah. See you at dinner.”
Alice and I were thoroughly enjoying each other. The openness and the ease with which she let herself be was sensual. At dinner, I was just mesmerized thinking about her, and after everyone retired back to their rooms/tents, I heard her voice from behind.
Alice questioned, “What was wild about today?”
I sipped whiskey and playfully said, “Hoping to see more wilderness down the line.”
She laughed and, in a low voice, murmured, “Careful what you wish for, Nikhil. Some wilderness bites.”
She paused, took a sip of her drink, then looked into my eyes. “I wouldn’t mind if you kept exploring.”
I quietly stood up, extended my hand. Alice, without any hesitation, held my hand and we walked closer. Our shoulders brushed with every step. Her thumb traced slowly across my palm, once, twice, and then once again. It was a test of how much more I might control.
We reached my tent, stopped at the entrance, looked at each other, and her fingers were still moving against my palms. Alice inched closer to me; her breath touched my lips first and then her lips.
The kiss became deeper; our hands were locked against each other, and Alice kept her other hand on my chest. Alice and I went inside the tent. Both of us were quiet. There was complete silence. But the tension between us was loud enough that I could hear her breathing.
Every second without touching, we anticipated deeper. We realized that tonight wasn’t about pleasure, but it was about surrendering. I walked towards her and, using her scarf, I blindfolded her and made her lie on the bed. Her breathing was uneven.
I stood beside the bed and looked at her without touching. Alice, still breathing heavily, closed her legs. I commanded her in a soft tone, “You’re not allowed to close your legs anymore, Alice. Open them.”
Alice obeyed. I placed two fingers on her lips and traced them slowly. I went closer and blew air on her lips, making her breath deeper and heavier.
Alice sucked my finger, but I pulled them out slowly.
I commanded again, “Don’t move, Alice. Tonight you’ll learn that wanting something and receiving it are two very different things.”
With my fingers, I traced along her body, making her shiver with every touch. Her skin and hair smelled so good.
Alice whispered, “Please…”
“Please, what, Alice?” I asked.
“Please. I need you. I’ve been craving these touches for months,” and continued, “This was one of the reasons the entire trip was planned with my husband.”
I leaned closer to her ears and whispered, “A beautiful lady like you shouldn’t be left alone.”
I kissed her. Still blindfolded, Alice grabbed me by my head, and our kisses became deep and hungry almost immediately. Our tongues met, slowly at first and became bolder sooner.
I moved my hands, unbuttoned her top, removed it off the shoulder and down her arms. Then with my fingers, I found the waistband of her shorts, removed it completely.
No bra. No panties. She was absolutely naked.
“Fuck…” I murmured, “You came out with nothing underneath the whole time.”
I ran my palm slowly on her inner thighs. My hands brushed her pussy lips and found it wet.
“You’re already soaked,” I said, feeling her warm, wet pussy.
Alice bit her lower lip and said, “Don’t tease me more, Nik. I have waited long enough.”
I lay on top of her, kissed her neck, and bit her ears.
I lowered my head and took one of her breasts into my mouth. I used my tongue, circling the nipples before I sucked deeper. Her back arched off the bed every time I sucked her breasts. I moved to the other breasts, giving them the same hungry attention.
While my mouth was busy, my hand went down between her legs. I then slowly slid one finger and the second one, which glided into her wet pussy; her hips jerked. I moved my fingers slowly and steadily, increasing the speed.
She began panting and moaning, “deeper.. harder.. don’t stop sucking me.”
After a few minutes, I moved down slowly, kissing her stomach and navel and her thighs and finally settled my mouth on her wet pussy lips. Her hips lifted and arched, and Alice let out a soft and loud moan.
I licked her slowly, my tongue exploring her wet pussy from bottom to top. She was trembling. I got my lips closer to her pussy lips and kissed them gently first and increased the intensity a few moments later.
“I am loving this, Nik,” she moaned. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop.”
I kept sucking. Her thighs were around my head. I had never realized she had removed her blindfold.
I looked at her and said, “Watch me… watch me how I eat you, Alice.”
She looked at me as I buried my mouth deeper, sucking her clit while my fingers moved faster inside her pussy.
Her body started shaking.
“I… I am… Fuck… I am going to…” she didn’t complete.
I felt a flood of liquid on my tongue, squirting on my mouth, crying out my name, and her thighs gripped my head tight. I kept licking and sucking every drop of her nectar until the firmness of her thighs eased up on my head.
I went up, looked into her eyes, and asked, “What happened, Alice?”
Then she moved. With her complete strength, she sat up and rolled me to lay on bed. Alice sat on my thighs, locked her eyes on mine, removed my t-shirt, held a scarf in her hands, and tied my hands.
This time Alice commanded, “Don’t move, Nikhil. Tonight, you’ll learn the difference too.”
Her fingers went across my chest, and then with the tip of her tongue, in a feathery manner, moved across my chest. A shock ran through my body with every touch. “Isn’t this the wilderness you wanted?”
I just nodded. She went down, moved her fingers on my cock over my shorts, and got her mouth closer and bit my cock. I moaned.
She removed my shorts, and in the blink of an eye, she took my hard cock inside her mouth and sucked me, while her hand was stroking my cock and sometimes cupping my balls. It was erotic.
She stopped sucking and pulled the skin down, exposing the head of my cock. With the top of her tongue, she licked and circled so seductively.
Alice was enjoying. I could sense it from the way she made eye contact and the intensity with which she sucked. She loved sucking, and I loved receiving.
“See, receiving is so much fun,” she playfully remarked.
By then I had managed to undo the scarf tied around my hands. It wasn’t as tight as it had felt. Alice noticed this; her eyes flicked up, and her lips were still wrapped around me. Before she could react any further, I sat up; I gently yet firmly pushed her back.
I stood up, held her hip first, and removed her top, making her naked from the top. I moved closer; when our lips met, it felt like everything around us had disappeared. The kiss was deep, almost desperate, and felt like two people who have been craving each other for a long time.
Alice locked her hands behind my neck, and I slid my hands into her hair, positioning her in a way that I could taste her better.
My other hands went down to her shorts; I was able to guide my fingers into her pussy, and realized how wet she was. At the same time, I managed to remove her shorts, making her completely naked.
Alice said, “Stop!”
Without saying anything, again she pushed me on the bed, positioned her pussy on my cock and guided it deep inside her, and she moved up and down slowly, slowly.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Alice moaned every time she moved up and down. She continued riding while her finger was rubbing her clit. Her moans became louder and rougher. I could say she was close to having another orgasm.
I held her tight, and I could feel her pussy juice on my cock. But I was not done. But I was close.
I stood up and made Alice lie on the bed and guided my cock inside her pussy. Alice was playing with her breasts. I leaned forward and kissed her while I increased my pace of fucking her.
“Faster…Harder… Faster…” she moaned.
In a few minutes, I told her, “I am cumming.”
“Pull it out. Fill my mouth with your cum” Alice asked.
I pulled out my cock and stroked for a couple of times and filled her mouth with my cum.
After a few minutes, we both collapsed on the bed.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” Alice said, turning her head on the pillow.
“I know. But I have no regrets,” I replied.
There was silence for a while. Alice murmured within herself, “He’ll never know. And somehow it feels better and worse at the same time.”
We stayed in her room the remaining nights. The days went exploring animals, and the nights belonged to us. Honestly, we used the time we had.
A night which neither of us planned to share had become one of the most unforgettable wilderness explorations in every manner for both of us, until we had to travel back to our respective places.
Some wilderness stays.
That’s me, Nikhil, signing off.
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