Desi Sex Stories I am Rahul, 36 years old, working in Bangalore for an international bank. I am five feet eleven inches tall, look average, and am big enough to satisfy a woman.
This is a real incident that happened 8 years ago. At that time, I was working in Chennai at a service-based company, mostly on night shifts. Like other men, I was active on social media platforms, uploading my travel pictures and my book collections.
It was a Friday evening around 2 pm when I got a notification. It was a Facebook friend request in Messenger. I looked at the profile, and it seemed genuine. She was from my native place, too – Coimbatore. So I accepted it and started cooking and getting ready for the office since my cab comes by four.
Then I got a message from her: “Sorry, I gave the request by mistake, as you look like my college batchmate.”
Me: “It’s okay. If you don’t want to talk to strangers, you can unfriend me, because I believe no one is a stranger. It’s just that we have not connected over chat or met in person.”
She: “Interesting.”
The chat continued for almost two hours. It was just a normal conversation about us. She was married and in her early thirties when the incident happened. I was in my late twenties.
We continued chatting for almost two months, never exchanging photos or video calls. I told her I was coming to Coimbatore for a week to spend time.
“If you’re comfortable, we can meet for coffee,” I said.
She replied in an excited tone, “Sure!”
We fixed a date to meet on a weekday.
Her husband works for an insurance company out of the city, and her son was doing twelfth grade at the time.
D-Day arrived, and I got a notification from her to meet at CCD in RS Puram.
I replied, “Okay.”
I reached the spot five minutes early and was waiting for her. I saw a blue BMW stop in front of the shop. A woman in her late thirties stepped out, wearing a black transparent sari that showed her navel and a backless blouse with a low neck. She looked fit and athletic. Her stats were thirty-four, twenty-six, and thirty-two.
I guessed it might be her, so I called her phone immediately.
She picked up. I waved my hands. She noticed and walked towards me. I was expecting her to extend her hand for a handshake. Surprisingly, she gave me a hug, and I could feel her lower back.
We spent around an hour talking and drinking coffee. She invited me to her house for lunch. I thought her kid and servants would be available as well, so I refused.
She read my mind and told me she was alone that day. Her son had gone for a study night to his friend’s place and would be back by tomorrow evening. Her servant had gone to her native place and would be back after a week. She had well planned and prepared for the meeting.
She gave me the keys to her car and asked me to drive. It was a twenty-minute drive to a duplex villa with separate parking at the side entrance and a small garden area at her main entrance.
She was walking in front of me, and I was going crazy looking at her and wanted to fuck her badly.
We entered the house. It had an open kitchen setup and a hall. She went to grab water from the fridge. I followed her and hugged her from behind.
She didn’t resist, saying, “You have the whole day, babe. Slow down,” but I was not in the mood to listen to her.
I started licking her back and shoulder, giving small love bites. My right hand was cupping her boobs, and my left hand was on her bare stomach.
She turned towards me for a French kiss, and we took each other’s lower lips and sucked. We had the longest kiss ever, like ten minutes. Finally, she broke for breath.
She told me, “You are right. A black transparent sari will turn you on.”
Earlier, during the conversation, she had asked me what kind of girl would turn me on, and she remembered it.
She guided me to the bedroom. It was purely dark, with no lights even from the windows. She asked me to sit on the bed while she turned on the AC for us.
I went and hugged her from behind.
She suddenly turned back, saw my face, gave me a smile, and we started to smooch.
I was removing her pallu, and I said, “I want to have it because I am still a virgin…” while squeezing her boobs.
She was moaning, “Oh, ouch, oh, please… please, squeeze it hard… please,” and she asked me to undress.
I removed her saree and blouse. She was wearing a black bra and black lace panties. This was the first time I was looking at a half-naked lady in front of me.
I squeezed her boobs with one hand again and put one hand to her pants. She was moaning, “Please, please do it fast. I cannot control it,” and I removed her bra.
I was surprised to see huge white milky boobs, and I asked her whether the milk was still available. She said, “Yes, but you have a lactose allergy, right?”
I put my mouth to the right boob and started sucking it while my other hand was on her left boob, and she was undressing me. I was sucking her tits already. Her tits also got hard, and she was moaning heavily by that time. She kept her hand on my penis and said mine had a bigger and wider head than her husband’s.
She was very fond of sex and oral, but her husband was not interested in sex – just normal positions, no oral.
She removed my pants and my underwear. In the meantime, I had removed her panties also. She was very clean-shaven. She had shaved her pussy that morning before coming to meet me. She went down and started taking my penis and sucking it like eating chocolate.
Till now, the best blowjob was from her. She is a master of it, and I started fucking her mouth deeply, and she started taking it and struggling to breathe. She said she wanted my penis in her pussy.
I asked for a condom.
She went to her side rack, took it, unzipped it, inserted it on my penis, and wetted it with her saliva.
I lifted her, made her lie flat on the bed, started licking her toes and thighs, and gave a love bite on her inner thigh.
She gave a soft moan and bit her lips, stopping me.
She told me her husband never licked her, and she was getting a tingling feeling.
I sucked her pussy and went deep sucking for ten minutes, and I inserted my penis into her pussy. She was enjoying the pain and moaning hard.
“Please fuck me harder… harder, Rahul… please… ah… uh…”
The room was filled with her moans and our humping sounds. She was begging, as she could not control it.
“Please, fuck it harder… harder…”
And after fucking for twenty minutes continuously, I said that I was cumming.
She said, “Cum in my mouth,” and I released a huge amount of cum into her mouth.
She gulped without dropping a single drop on the ground. She looked into my eyes, spat the extra cum in her mouth on her boobs, rubbed it on her face, and asked me to clean it using my tongue, but I had a different plan.
I pulled her up, made her flat, and started to suck. After five minutes, she released a huge load, and I took it and unloaded it into her mouth while giving her a French kiss.
She said that that day she was happy and got satisfied after her marriage.
We had another steamy session in the hot shower. I rammed her ass, and she was struggling to walk in pain and requested to order ice cream.
I browsed for a nearby shop and went out to buy ice cream and honey syrup for the next session. I took twenty minutes to return. I rang the bell.
She didn’t open the door but called me on the phone and asked me to tie my eyes with the piece of cloth that she had kept on the door handle.
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What happened next when she opened the door is a story for another time.
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