Desi Sex Stories Hi. I am Sindhuri. I am 25 years old, and I am a married woman living with my husband. I am 5’6″ tall with 34-29-34 measurements, and my husband is 32 years old now. He is heavily built. He was never my first choice, and it was more of a forced marriage for me. I never liked him or the way he looks. Sometimes, I feel my parents arranged my marriage out of spite.
Because of his bulky personality, he was overweight, too, and due to this, he is a very bad performer in bed. So many times, I had to sleep feeling desperate and incomplete. He was so fatigued that by the time I got in the mood, he would be out and asleep.
I was so unhappy with him. I always used to feel my life was wasted. After our marriage, we moved to another city far from our hometown, and my husband was always busy and always ran after money. Several times, we had quarrels regarding our sexual life.
But all of these changed once when I visited my hometown to attend a cousin’s wedding, where my husband did not come along with me. I was with my mom and dad, and my mom inquired about planning for kids. I told her everything, and she felt sorry for me. Then my father came to know about it from my mother, and he, too, felt very sad and realized the mistake they made.
Then it was time for us to visit my cousin’s house to attend her wedding, and there, I spent time with all my relatives. In front of everyone, they were talking happily with me, but behind my back, they were saying I don’t have kids yet, and even my mom was weeping hearing all that.
Then to that wedding came my lover, Sagar. He is 5’10” and around 26 years old, very handsome, and he was looking lively and active. During our yesteryears, he was tall but very lean, too. He used to chase after me, and I never loved him. I was so proud of my figure and beauty at that time that I ignored him completely.
And he even met my father and asked for my hand, but my father was a little skeptical as he was from another caste. Also, he was jobless at that time, and his financial background was mediocre, too. So my father not only rejected him but also rushed my marriage to avoid him.
But now he looked like gold to me, and I regretted not choosing him at that time. We both met, and he started asking how I was and how my life was going on. I was feeling more and more depressed talking to him. Even my parents saw us talking but did not utter a word. Then he inquired about their well-being, and when my mom asked him about his marriage, he said he got engaged and is soon going to get married. Then they left.
Sagar spoke to me about my life and kids. When he asked me about the kids, I really felt sad and down in my looks. He understood and said, ‘Sorry.’ Then he asked me about my husband, where he works, where we stay, etc. When I told him that we are currently staying in a particular city, he immediately said, “Oh, really! I, too, stay in the same city.”
Then he said he is now working at a big company and is staying in a costly men’s PG/hostel near his office. Then he said he would be leaving the next night, and we both exchanged phone numbers. Then he left from there.
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After a week, I also went back to my home. There, since I was all alone, I was feeling bored. So I sent a message to him saying, “Hi.”
Then he immediately replied back, saying, “Hello, hi. Are you back in town?”
I replied, “Yes.”
Then we started chatting for hours. Then the matter went to older days when he was after me. He explained everything. Then he asked, “Hey, can we meet if you don’t mind?”
I was not sure but said, “Where?”
He said, “Maybe for a coffee at a cafe.”
I said, “I don’t like coffee. Maybe at an ice cream parlor.”
He said, “Okay,” and invited me to Cream Stone. He knows I love ice cream.
Then we sat there and had ice cream and spoke about several things. During that conversation, he said, “I lied to your parents that I am engaged. I am not.”
I asked, “Why did you have to lie to them?” and asked, “Why are you still single?”
He said, “Because of you.” I was shocked.
I asked, “How am I responsible?”
He replied, “I loved you so much that I always had you in my mind. If I am going to marry, it will be you, or else I will live the rest of my life unmarried.”
He further said, “I still love you as much as I did during that time. In fact, I was so happy to see you at your cousin’s wedding, and I came to that wedding from here only because I knew you would also come to that wedding… and just to see you and meet you, I attended that wedding.”
But then I was shocked and confused and said, “But I am married.”
He said, “Let it be. I am not expecting anything from you. It is my love and my inner feeling for you, so I will be loving you always.”
I felt a little shiver in my legs and said, “Okay, I will go now. My husband will come back from the office,” and I left.
But the entire way home, I was thinking about it, and the discussion was very painful for me to digest. I don’t know whether I did right or wrong by meeting him, and now it has disturbed me totally.
That night, I could not sleep with all sorts of thoughts, and on the other side, my husband was snoring like a pig and sleeping happily. I hate people who snore, basically. And it was around 1:30 AM.
I sent a message to Sagar, saying, “Hi, Sagar.”
Immediately, he replied, “Hi, hello.”
I was shocked and asked him again, “Hey, aren’t you asleep?”
He replied, “No, not getting sleep,” and he asked about me.
I said, “You disturbed me so much with today’s conversation that I am also not able to sleep.”
Then we chatted for some time. I told him, “The past is past. Nothing is in our hands. You have to look out for another girl and get married and make your life happy,” blah, blah, blah.
He said, “Please do not ask me to marry. I am not saying anything to you nor complaining anything about you. It is just that my heart is stuck with you.”
Then I asked, “Why do you like me that much?”
He said, “You are so beautiful… and moreover… more than beauty, I like you.”
I said, “I, beautiful? Are you out of your mind?”
He said, “You are beautiful,” and saying so, he said, “Hey, can we meet for an ice cream tomorrow?”
I said, “No.”
He said, “I will wait for you there tomorrow,” and wished good night.
I was really worried, but on the other hand, I was liking it. So the next day, I again went, and again we had ice cream, and again we chatted. But now, I was getting comfortable with him every passing meeting and chatting.
Then one day, he asked, “Can we meet tomorrow for an ice cream?”
I replied, “My husband is going on a camp for 3 days, so I cannot meet you tomorrow.”
Then he said, “So can we meet the day after tomorrow?”
I said, “Maybe.”
He said, “Please come to the ice cream parlor, and from there, we will go to the beach and come back.”
I said, “No, no.”
He asked, “What happened?”
I said, “What if someone sees us?”
He said, “In this big city, do you think someone will have time to follow you and me and check on us?”
Then he said, “I will wait for you. If you come, we will meet and talk again… or I will stop it forever here itself.”
Then the next day evening, my husband left. More than him leaving, I was worried about what I should do: “Should I go with him to the beach or not?” And he did not reply to a single message nor make a phone call the entire day.
Then the next day, automatically I went to the parlor, and he was so happy seeing me, and we left from there on his bike. Initially, I sat one-sided. Then after crossing the city and reaching the beach road, he stopped the vehicle and said, “Why don’t you sit comfortably, putting both your legs on both sides?”
Then I sat as he asked. Then we started our ride again. There were speed breakers throughout the route. Every time he was braking, I was leaning and falling on him, and he was enjoying my touch as my 34-size boobs were crushing against his back. I became silent. I knew what he was doing and why he had brought me to that route. Then I was also enjoying this ride, as it’s been 3 years since I got married, and my husband never took me to a beach or anywhere, and we never went on a bike ride, as well.
Then we sat at the beach. He said, “If I ask something personal, will you be hurt?”
There were just two of us there. I said, “No, go ahead and ask.”
He asked, “Do you like your husband? Why don’t you have kids yet?”
I turned a little emotional. He immediately said, “Sorry. I am extremely sorry,” and said, “Come on, let’s go back.”
On the way back, I sat one-sided, and he did not apply sudden brakes, as well. Then we reached our homes.
I don’t know why, but I wanted to reply to all the questions he asked in the evening at the beach. I only wrote, “I am not happy with my husband, and this marriage is like hell for me.”
He said, “Sorry. I am really sorry if I have hurt you, my dear,” he said.
Then I only said, “I do not have kids because we never had proper sex till date, starting from the first night that happened 3 years earlier, and my husband has no capacity to satisfy me… and now he is after making money.”
Then he said, “I am really sorry for upsetting your mood by asking all stupid questions.”
Then I only said, “Let us go to the same beach tomorrow on your bike again.”
He said, “Are you sure? There will be a lot of speed breakers on the road.”
I understood what he meant by that. Then the next day, I got ready, and we met at the ice cream parlor and started from there. And on the way, he was applying the brake time and again, and I hugged him from behind. Both our bodies turned hot with feelings. I was helpless, too.
Then we reached our spot and sat there. Then he took my arm and kissed the back of my palm and said, “You are beautiful.”
I was blushing and asked, “Really?”
He said, “Yes.”
Then he leaned forward and kissed my cheek. I gently pushed him back and said, “Sagar, what are you doing?”
He said, “Nothing.”
Then again, he leaned forward and kissed my lips, and I was trying to push him gently in a way as if I wanted it more than him. Then he started smooching my lips.
I also got involved in it. After 5 minutes, I realized what I was doing was wrong, and then I pushed him back. He also realized. Even though it was tough to control, he did and backed away and said, “What happened? Are you not ready?”
I said, “I need a little more time.”
Then we both went back home again. Then that night, I felt bad that I disappointed him, and even though he was fully turned on, he controlled himself only out of respect and love for my feelings. Then again, I started chatting with him, and he responded.
Then I only asked him, “What do you want from me?”
He said, “Why are you asking me like this?”
I asked, “Is it lust or love?”
He said, “Love.”
I said, “But I cannot love you. Please understand my situation.”
Then he asked, “What do you want?”
I said, “I cannot love you, but if you can limit this to lust, then I am okay.”
He said he doesn’t understand. I said, “If you are loving me, then remain as my lover only, and I want lust from you. You are never going to force me to love or marry, and I will never do it. Together, we will be like this and enjoy our lives like this. Is it okay?”
He said, “We will see.”
And I also used his own medicine against him, saying, “If you are okay, then only I will continue calling you or chatting with you. Otherwise, I will stop it here itself.”
Then he said, “No, no, no. I will accept.”
Then I said, “Tomorrow, we will go to the same beach again.”
And again, we went, and this time around, I, too, kissed him, and we both smooched. Then I asked him, “Tomorrow, my husband will return from his camp. If you can find a place, then we can enjoy ourselves there.”
He then made a couple of calls. One of his friends has a resort nearby, maybe a 10 km drive away. We reached there, and when we reached there, the watchman had given him the key and left.
Then he asked the watchman, “Bring some food and go.”
He had given 3,000 to the watchman, and soon the watchman got the food and left happily. We both had the food. Then we went to the room and locked it. Then he came to me and hugged me from behind and said in my ear in a low tone, “Are you sure about this?”
I said, “Umm.”
Then he said in a low tone, “I love you,” and started kissing me on my neck. And he was passionately licking my neck and reached my ears and started kissing there, also.
Then I turned around and held his cheeks and kissed him lip to lip. Then we both started smooching. He was also holding my cheeks and kissing me aggressively. Then we both moved to the bed and fell on it, still kissing. I was moving to the center of the bed, and he was over me completely. He was also moving in rhythm.
We both stopped kissing. Then he was standing on his knees, crossing over his legs on my thighs. I was in a salwar kameez (traditional South Asian outfit consisting of loose trousers and a long tunic), and he was staring at my 34-size boobs. I saw him staring at them; I took both his hands and placed them on both my boobs and pressed against them.
He saw my face and was feeling my boob sizes and pressing them like dough. And he was happy and excited. Seeing that, I, too, got off and stood on the bed, and he was kneeling in front of me. I took his head and put it on my boobs, hugging him tightly.
Then, seeing his anxiety, I removed my kameez (tunic) and exposed my bra with full boobs with great cleavage. He was kissing my boobs over my bra itself. Then I brought my arms behind, unhooked my bra, and freed my bare boobs for him.
He was totally mad watching them jiggle, and he immediately put both his arms and started feeling them. Then he brought his mouth and started rubbing on my boobs and soon started kissing and sucking them. I was holding his head and caressing it softly and letting him suck my boobs and erect nipples till he was bored. He sucked both for 10 to 15 minutes.
Then he laid me on the bed, and he came over on top of me and started kissing my forehead, cheeks, chin, lips, ears, and went down, smooching my neck, then cleavage, then each boob, and sucked each nipple. Then he slid down further and reached my bare tummy and started licking all over it. Then he reached down and untied the knot of my pajama.
As soon as he untied the knot, my deep navel got exposed. He went mad seeing my deep navel. He immediately started kissing it, licking it, and biting all over it. Then he started sliding down and reached my feet and started pulling my pajama down. Soon he took it off and saw my briefs and reached there, and it was already wet with my juices.
He then started kissing all over it. I was holding on to his head and pressing it even closer and closer to my crotch. He then started pulling my briefs down, and soon he was shocked to see my bare pubic area without any hair.
He said, “Wow.”
Both my legs were close and almost crossed on each other. All he could see was the bulgy outer lips of the pussy. He then brought his face there and started kissing all over it. Then he held both my thighs and started pulling apart my legs gently to see my bare pussy.
Soon he saw my pussy and said, “Wow,” and he immediately went for the pussy lips, started kissing and licking them.
Then, out of pleasure, I unfolded both my legs and opened the pussy more to him. Now he could see my vagina, labia, and clitoris, and he immediately pounced on them like a hungry tiger and was sucking them, biting them, and licking them. I was moaning heavily now, which was making him more and more violent. He was virtually biting all of it.
Then even I was turned on, so I pulled him up and started smooching him and said in his ears, “Come on, fuck me first, then I will give you whatever you want.”
Then he removed his T-shirt and also his jeans and then pulled them out completely. He was in his briefs, so I pulled them down and saw his 7-inch penis. Seeing it, I felt so lucky. This was not expected or asked for.
Then he put it on my pussy. Then I adjusted under him and held it. It was hard as a rod and hot. I put it at the entrance of my pussy, and he started stroking. I was moaning, “Come on, fuck… fuck…” and he was encouraged by it, and the feeling… he was stroking harder and harder.
He fucked for nearly 10 minutes, and in that, I met my orgasm 2 times. Then he was saying, “I am cumming… I am cumming,” and said, “It’s okay, come on, fuck…” and with a huge stroke, he ejaculated inside me with a huge thrust and fell beside me.
Then we slept. And in that entire evening and night, we fucked 3 to 4 times and had all kinds of experiences. I gave him an expert blowjob, riding his cock. He even licked and finger-fucked my anal hole.
Then in the early morning at 4, he dropped me at my home and went to his hostel. Then in the morning, my husband came. He was dull and tired, like he usually is.
From then on, Sagar and I met several times and had a lot of fun until he got married last month, on my insistence.
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