Desi Sex Stories This is a story about fucking a married carpool passenger while her husband was cheating on her.
[About me: I am around twenty-nine years old and stand five feet nine inches tall with a solid gym physique.]
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It was a late summer evening, and I was working in my office. I usually drove to and from work in my car alone, but that day, I decided to try a popular carpooling app.
I created a ride as a driver but then got lost in my work. As I was leaving my office, I got a call from an unknown number. It was a lady asking about that ride. Then I remembered and said that I was just leaving my office. If she was interested, I could pick her up.
She agreed, and I was happy because there would be a co-rider to alleviate the boredom of driving home alone, as well as some extra pocket money.
As I approached the place where I was supposed to pick her up, I saw a lady around thirty-two or thirty-three years old. She had my car number and waved.
I stopped, and she put her bag in the back seat and climbed into the front seat. As I started driving, she introduced herself as Manasa (name changed).
While driving, we talked a little, and I learned that we worked in similar positions at multinational companies. We talked a bit about work-life and city conditions.
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The next day at noon, I got a text from her asking if I was going back at the same time on the same route. I said ‘yes,’ and she tagged along.
After that, we used to ride together almost three days a week. We shared music in the car. She used to create playlists, and we had similar taste in music, mostly nineties hits. Months passed like this, and we became good chat buddies.
Manasa was actually gorgeous and had a very curvy figure. I sometimes used to peek at her while she walked from my car at her stop. Her ass used to jiggle like jelly. I learned that she was married but had no children as of now.
Then one day, a beautiful Kumar Sanu song was playing in my car, and she asked about my love life. I told her about some of my past relationships but said nothing was happening at present. She casually said that I should start looking for someone to marry, as time was passing by.
I jokingly said, “Yes, I will think about it. What about you? Are you happy in your marriage, planning for kids, or anything?”
She suddenly went silent. After five or six minutes, I said, “Did I say something wrong?”
She said, “No, it is okay.”
We almost reached her stop, so no more talk happened that day.
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The next day, I got a text from her: “Could you leave work early today? I have something to discuss, as I cannot keep it inside anymore.”
I said, “Alright,” and around three PM I left the office, picked her up, and asked about it.
She said we needed to sit somewhere, and she knew a place. She guided me to a nearby hotel. Then we sat at a corner table inside the hotel restaurant and ordered coffee.
Then she opened up. Her husband was cheating on her, and she had known for the last three months. She was clueless about what to do, and she started crying silently. I held her hand and started consoling her, saying she should take legal steps.
She said she did not want to leave her husband so easily. She said, “I want alimony from that piece of shit, but as I am a working woman with no kids, the lawyer said that not much alimony can be claimed. Also, I really want to be a mother, and I am already thirty-three. If I even try to remarry, that might take a few years. I will never be a mother in that case.”
I said, “Okay… then what is your plan? First have a baby with your husband and then divorce him for alimony?”
Now she looked at me in a mischievous manner. She said, “I want proper revenge. I want that pile of shit to pay alimony for a child that is not even his. I will claim a lot of his property using that child as leverage and will then remarry someone after a few years.”
I was shocked for a moment. Then I asked, “But how are you going to execute this plan?”
She said, “This is where I need your help. I really like you, both as a person and sexually. I do not have a better option than you.”
I was shocked again and froze for a moment.
She said, “I fucked my husband last week while on birth control, and I was not ovulating then. This week is my ovulation week, and I got it checked by a doctor. Please fuck me this entire week, and if I get pregnant, I will never meet you again in my life. We can book different hotels in the city every day after work. If you agree, then we can start today at this hotel.”
She was a gorgeous lady, and she did not know that I was also leaving for Germany in the next two months for a new job. She had no idea where I lived. She only knew my name, my car number, and my mobile number, which was really not enough information to trace a person living in another country. It was a great chance for me, and I agreed.
She walked to the reception, booked a room, and we went straight to the room. Once the door was closed, we started kissing. Then we undressed each other. She was even more gorgeous in her naked presence. We jumped onto the bed, and I started licking and biting her breasts.
After some time, I moved down to her pussy and licked it for a while. She shivered through her first orgasm. Then she pushed me back, climbed on top, and gave me a nice blowjob. Then she pointed my dick at her pussy and started riding me.
After some time, I got up and asked her to get in doggy position. She did, and I got my dream moment of that nice naked ass in front of me. I entered her unprotected pussy from behind and started fucking her brains out.
After five to seven minutes, she had her orgasm, which excited me, and I shot loads of cum inside her pussy.
We took a break. We went for a bath together, and I fucked her for a while in the shower in the standing position with one leg in my hand. Then we dried each other with towels and came back to the bed.
I pushed her back onto the bed and put her legs on my shoulders. I started fucking her with deep strokes, and with a final push, I again shot my seed deep inside her fertile pussy.
This went on continuously for two weeks. Every day we went to a new hotel after work and fucked like dogs. I came inside her in all the crazy positions possible. We even tried the Kama Sutra.
One day she also brought her wedding saree in a bag and dressed as a new bride with bridal chura and mangalsutra. I fucked her in that dress while she begged me to fill her pussy.
After two weeks, I left for an office tour for three weeks. When I returned, she texted me to meet and said that she was pregnant. She thanked me and said that “this would be our last meeting.”
We chatted a lot that day over coffee and parted ways.