A warm welcome to all readers. This is Mr. SK from Bangalore writing here for the first time and it feels awesome to have the chance to share a new story with the readers.
The story I am sharing involves my affair with a married woman whom I met on a dating app. Her name was Moumita and she had joined the dating app under a different name without having any of her photos. Allow me to get right into the narrative. When Moumita described her fantasy, it was extremely evident. After getting married, Moumita, a homemaker, moved to Bangalore. Her fantasy was simple, it was a stranger she wanted to feast her pussy on. She also had a very specific plan for how her pussy would be feasted upon.
Upon seeing her photo, I agreed. The fairest lady was she. My dick started to dance when I saw her picture. This narrative will be restricted to describing her fantasy.
It was a weekday and she had everything planned out for when her child was in school and her spouse was gone at work. I arrived at her place in East Bangalore. She looked just like the photo, and she was the most beautiful woman I have ever met.
Let me describe her briefly. Her face was round, with plump cheeks, a large dark, a tiny nose, and luscious lips. She had put on a white saree and a blue blouse without sleeves. Her untied hair was still damp after taking a bath.
Her red lips, which matched her hotness perfectly, begged to be kissed. To drown out any groans from the house, she turned on the TV and turned up the volume. She avoided looking me in the eye. The couch was a huge one. The instant she turned up the TV level while a song was playing in the background, I realized what she was up to.
I took a step toward her. Her dream was to treat her ass to a stranger’s lips, especially while lounging on the main hall sofa. She had juicy lips that I longed to kiss. Her physique was incredibly delicious. I rarely lick underarms, but I felt like doing this time.
The married woman had enormous breasts and was overweight. I could see a pair of heavy thighs and a shaven pussy that looked like a cake in between. She grinned and offered me a quick hug. The scent she had applied to her body was nice to the senses.
“Doesn’t your husband eat your pussy?” I questioned.
“Don’t speak about my husband,” she silenced me. “I will all be yours for one hour, eat me.”
I lifted the saree in a sloppy way, following her plan, releasing it from her knee and leaving the tangled mess of the saree around her navel.
Her cake-like pussy was hidden by a sultry G-string thong. I was staring at the enormous piece of flesh in front of me, waiting to be devoured. I asked her, “What is it that you desire, Moumita?”
“Do you want me to eat your pussy for long?”
“Yes,” she answered. “Please don’t hold me up. Eat me.”
I took hold of her cheeks on the sides and widened them so that the tightly clinging thread panty showed. I softly kissed every inch of her velvety, white ass cheeks after pressing my nose to the cushiony, soft skin.
Each kiss began softly before becoming intense and urgent. She didn’t ask me not to spank her ass, which surprised me. Rather, she grunted loudly, “Hmm.”
I liked giving her ass cheek kisses. I tightened the panty grip on her pussy by pulling the string from behind her ass. I moistened my other hand’s fingers and repositioned the panty such that it was firmly squeezed on the pussy lips.
“Ah, SK,” she inquired. “Please. What are you doing to me?”
This was not the deliberate action she had planned. I continued to pull the panty tight around her pussy as I began to stroke the sides of her ass. I could feel the cake like wet pussy. She had a moist, extremely soft, and delicate pussy. I pinned her face to the couch by lifting her ass cheeks. My face was wedged between her thick thighs. My hungry tongue skimmed over her pussy’s sides on both sides. Unconcerned about her surroundings, she groaned, “Hey SK. I don’t know what you are up to but I love it.”
I moved the tip of my tongue around her pussy while her G-string panty was tightened around her pussy, continuing to entice her. I paused and asked, “Does your husband not lick you?”
She was more enraged to have her pussy kissed every time. She quickly responded, “Don’t bring up the idiot’s name. Now, you have me all to yourself. Please lick me.”
I jokingly said, “You’re mine now. I couldn’t care less. Now, I want to devour you. I will continue to eat your pussy.”
I withdrew the panty string from her hungry pussy and I pressed my face between those thick cheekbones. I prodded her clitoral hood with my thumb and parted her pussy lips. I carefully began licking her pussy down to the clitoral hood.
“Ahh,” she moaned, “SK, it feels so good.”
I kept licking her ass, holding my tongue there for a longer period of time than normal. The loudness of her moans rose, and I could taste her juices. Her level of pleasure was evident to me. I moved my tongue faster, across a much wetter pussy. I remained silent at the last scene. I tried to insert my tongue inside her pussy while keeping my lips pressed to hers.
I slowly moved my tongue, my lips firmly pressed to her ass. “Ya baby. This is what I wanted,” she moaned, “Please don’t stop. I’m prepared and I am all yours.”
I moved my face left and right, stroking her cheeks, keeping my lips locked, and softly moving my tongue in her tight pussy. She had an orgasmic shudder. I took a step back and went for her boobs and started licking them. Moumita had not planned for taking my dick into her pussy but she was fully in the mood now.
I let my full-erect dick into her hot pussy with that invitation. I began to give her a deep thrust while holding her breasts. The whole room echoed with the sound of my balls hitting her pussy walls.
I planted a kiss on her lips, aggressively biting her tongue. I was being pushed deeper and deeper by her as she held me from behind. Drilling her as quickly as I could and we both were moaning with ecstasy.
Moumita held me closely and closed her eyes. I knew that my favorite drink was going to be released soon. She let out a loud moan and threw herself into me as I maintained the speed. A few moments later, I had my orgasm too.
Then I collapsed into her arms and that’s how we stayed for a while. There was silence. Our two bodies, worn out but content, held each other’s hand while we took some rest.
This concludes the story. Because that’s what we agreed upon, I had to depart after just one session. Her fantasy had come true and that too in a way she had not imagined.
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