Hi, myself Chanu Leima, a 28-year-old married woman from Manipur with dark brown eyes and raven black hair. I had always been considered as the picture of traditional Indian beauty by the people around me. I was married to a man who never satisfied my needs, and so I looked elsewhere.
I met Jatin, a 32-year-old Punjabi guy with piercing green eyes and a muscular build, at a business conference in Mumbai. We exchanged numbers and started texting each other, with me initiating most of the conversations.
“Hey, want to grab a drink after work?” I texted Jatin one evening.
“Sure, where do you want to meet?” Jatin replied.
“How about that new rooftop bar in Colaba? I heard the view is amazing,” I suggested.
Jatin agreed, and we met up later that evening. We talked for hours, laughing and joking as if we had known each other for years. I couldn’t help but feel attracted to Jatin’s confident demeanor and his ability to make me feel wanted.
As we finished our drinks, I leaned in and whispered in Jatin’s ear, “Want to come back to my place?”
Jatin nodded, and we left the bar together. As soon as we entered my apartment, we started kissing passionately. My hands explored Jatin’s muscular chest, and Jatin’s hands traveled down to my ass, giving it a firm squeeze.
We moved to the bedroom, and I pushed Jatin onto the bed. I climbed on top of him, straddling him, and started grinding my hips against his.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Jatin moaned.
I leaned down and whispered in Jatin’s ear, “I want you to fuck me hard.”
Jatin flipped me over and pinned my arms above her head. He started kissing my neck, making his way down to my breasts. He bit my nipples gently, causing me to moan with pleasure.
“Yes, just like that,” I said.
Jatin continued to lick and bite my nipples, making me wetter by the second. He then moved down to my pussy, licking and sucking on my clit.
“Oh my god, yes,” I moaned.
Jatin slid his fingers inside my pussy, fucking me with his fingers while licking my clit. My moans grew louder, and I could feel myself on the verge of an orgasm.
“I’m going to cum,” I said.
Jatin continued to finger me, and I came hard, squirting all over Jatin’s hand.
“Fuck, that was hot,” Jatin said.
I smiled and pulled Jatin up to me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and guided his cock inside me.
“Fuck me, Jatin,” I said.
Jatin started thrusting in and out of me, and I moaned with pleasure.
“Harder, Jatin, harder,” I shouted.
Jatin picked up the pace, and I could feel myself getting close to another orgasm.
“I want you to cum inside me,” I begged.
Jatin continued to fuck me harder and faster, and he could feel himself getting close.
“I’m going to cum,” Jatin said.
I felt Jatin’s cock twitch inside me, and I could feel him filling me up with his cum.
“Yes, cum in me, Jatin,” I moaned.
Jatin collapsed on top of me, and they lay there, panting and sweating.
“That was amazing,” I said.
“Yeah, it was,” Jatin replied.
I knew she would have to be careful not to get caught, but I didn’t care. I wanted Jatin, and am willing to risk it all to have him.
One night, Jatin asked if he could come over to my apartment. I hesitated, but I couldn’t resist the temptation. When he arrived, we started talking, and before I knew it, we were kissing. Our chemistry was undeniable, and I found myself wanting him more than I had ever wanted anyone before.
We moved to the bedroom, and I could feel his hard cock pressing against me. I reached down and started stroking it, feeling it grow even harder in my hand. He pulled off my clothes, and we started 69ing, with him eating my pussy while I sucked his cock.
“You are so wet,” he moaned, as he licked my clit. “I want to feel you cum all over my face.”
I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure as he continued to lick and suck my pussy. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm, and I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer.
“Oh, fuck, I am gonna cum,” I moaned, as I felt the waves of pleasure wash over me.
Jatin continued to eat my pussy, even as I came, drinking in my juices. When I was finished, I turned my attention to his cock, taking it deep into my mouth and sucking hard.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” he moaned, as I sucked his cock.
I could feel his balls tightening, and I knew he was getting close to cumming. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and started stroking it, as I sucked the head.
“I am gonna cum,” he moaned, as he shot his load into my mouth.
I swallowed every last drop, savoring the taste of his cum. We lay there for a moment, catching our breath, before Jatin rolled over and started playing with my nipples.
“You have such beautiful nipples,” he said, as he pinched and twisted them.
I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure as he played with my nipples. I reached down and started stroking his cock again, feeling it grow hard once more.
“I want to fuck you from behind,” he said, as he pulled me onto all fours.
He positioned himself behind me and slowly entered my pussy. I could feel every inch of his cock filling me up, and I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure.
“Oh, fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned, as he started thrusting harder and harder.
I could feel myself getting close to cumming again, and I knew I wanted to cum with him inside me.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I moaned, as I felt the waves of pleasure wash over me once more.
Jatin continued to fuck me, even as I came, and I could feel his cock twitching inside me as he shot his load deep inside my pussy.
We collapsed onto the bed, spent and satisfied. I knew I had cheated on my boyfriend, but I couldn’t help but feel that it was worth it. Jatin was everything I had ever wanted, and I knew I wanted more of him.
From that day on, Jatin and I became lovers, sneaking around behind my boyfriend’s back to satisfy our desires. We would meet up in hotels, at his office, and even in my apartment when my boyfriend was at work.
Our sex life was intense and passionate, filled with dirty talk, rough play, and multiple orgasms. We explored every inch of each other’s bodies, leaving no stone unturned.
One night, as we were having sex, Jatin started playing with my ass. He slowly inserted a finger, and I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure.
“You like that?” he asked, as he inserted another finger.
I nodded, unable to speak. I had never experienced anything like this before, and I knew I wanted more.
Jatin pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his cock. I could feel every inch of him filling me up, and I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure.
“You’re so tight,” he moaned, as he started thrusting harder and harder.
I could feel myself getting close to cumming again, and I knew I wanted to cum with him inside me.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I moaned, as I felt the waves of pleasure wash over me once more.
Jatin continued to fuck me, even as I came, and I could feel his cock twitching inside me as he shot his load deep inside my pussy.
We collapsed onto the bed, spent and satisfied. I knew I had cheated on my boyfriend, but I couldn’t help but feel that it was worth it. Jatin was everything I had ever wanted, and I knew I wanted more of him.
Our relationship lasted for six months, filled with intense and passionate sex, before I finally broke it off. I couldn’t bear the guilt of cheating on my boyfriend any longer, and I knew I needed to end things with Jatin.
But even now, as I sit here writing this, I can’t help but think about him and the incredible sex we had. Jatin was a master in the bedroom, and I will always be grateful for the experiences we shared.