Hey readers, I’m back again here to share an experience with a married woman on the occasion of a Northie-Kerala wedding.
In the interest of the new readers, I’m John, a 26-year-old man with an average build from Kerala. I work as an engineer. The incident that I will be recounting here took place during a Kerala-Mumbai wedding that involved two states.
I had an unexpected sexual encounter with a stranger, 37-year-old Rekha (name changed), during the wedding ceremony. She has a gorgeous, wheatish complexion, a big upper body, and amazing arms without being overweight.
The groom’s relatives had to travel from Mumbai to Kerala. Our groom’s team had arranged this as a combo of a Northie-Kerala ceremony. All the events kept hanging for 5 days as this would be a fun-filled experience. I was thrilled about this months ago.
But little I do know that this ceremony was going to give me a wholesome, kinky experience. My whole family and I reached the resort. My other cousins and I were having a chit-chat near the reception area. After a few minutes, a car came and stopped beside us.
From that car, our heroine, Rekha aunty, stepped out. I actually got awestruck after seeing such a pretty woman. I saw her struggling to get her luggage from the boot. I helped them pick up the luggage. She smiled at me and said thanks. I greeted her and made arrangements for her to get the allotted room.
I got to know that she was the groom’s relative. Later, I got carried away with other responsibilities at the venue. In the afternoon, there was some function, and we all got ready for it. Amongst the guests, I was again awestruck by Rekha aunty. Luckily, while passing by, I got introduced to her by my Mom.
I greeted her again and introduced myself. After my lunch, I saw her conversing with my Mom and other relatives. She was wearing a baby pink saree, and her navel was visible. During that time, my Mom and other relatives had to go for lunch. One of my relatives called me and asked me to accompany Rekha aunty.
I was overjoyed. I went and sat in a chair near her. We started talking. Our conversation started about her journey and how long it took her to travel. She told me about her family, and I told her about mine. I got to know that she came alone. Her husband and children had to stay back due to school exams.
I talked for a while. We all left the room to take some rest as there were a couple of events planned for the evening. There were rooms allotted both for us and the bride’s family. The rooms were on the 2nd floor, and the marriage hall was on the 1st floor. We all dressed up and got ready.
Rekha Aunty shared her room with another woman from her family. As the other person occupied her room, she took my Mom’s room with her permission to change her dress. As we were nearing the stage, my dad asked me to bring a bag from the room.
He handed over the key, thinking that Mom had locked the room. I did not know that Rekha Aunty was changing her dress in our room. She also, in the urgency of being late, forgot to lock the door. I tried to unlock the door but found that it was not locked.
So I opened the door and was stunned to see her in a blouse and petticoat. She was even hotter in her half-nude pose. On seeing me, she immediately took her saree and wrapped it around her. I also said sorry and came out, not knowing how to react.
After 5 minutes, she came out fully dressed. I went to her, slowly scratching my head, and I said, “Sorry, Aunty, I did not know that you were in.”
She had a serious face and said, “Hmm.” I again said that it was a mistake and please don’t tell this to anyone.
She said, “Leave it. At least you should have minimum courtesy while opening an unlocked door.” I then explained the whole scenario and felt from her expression that she was convinced. With that, some naughty intentions came into my mind.
I tried to hit her by saying, “But as far as I have seen, you don’t look old, aunty.” Her reaction changed, and in a bit of a serious tone, she asked, “What do you mean by that?” I then made up for that unnecessary word and said, “No, aunty, my face, you are so young and beautiful.”
She stared at me, and I gave her a giggle. She finally asked, “Is this what you meant by saying you don’t look old?” I paused a bit and said in a low voice, “Ah, yes.” She gave a doubtful look and went away. I also took the bag and went downstairs.
From that time on, she always looked at me doubtfully every time she saw me. I did not feel comfortable. So I waited for her to come out of the crowd to speak with her alone. I got the opportunity towards the end of the function. I rushed to her and asked, “Why are you always staring at me, Aunty? What did I do?”
She said, “You lied to me. You meant something initially, but you covered up your words by saying my face looks young.” I tried to do the same thing again, but she did not agree. I could not satisfy her.
So I accepted by saying, “Ok, aunty, I’ll tell you the truth. The moment I opened the door, I saw your boobs from a side view, and they looked fresh from that angle. I had a fair look at your boobs and body before you covered them with your saree. Not just your face but your skin and body are also very young. I felt like the body of a girl in her late 20s.”
She stared at me and then slowly smiled and said, “I expected this answer from you after you initially complimented me. But the fact that I’m 37 makes you see my body. It’s not fit for anything more than that.”
I once again let go of a loose word without thinking, saying, “It’s a general statement, aunty. As far as you are concerned, you still seem to have the energy and sexy looks to attract boys like me.” Then I realized I said a few words too many. I gave her a stunned look, her eyeballs almost falling out of her eyes.
Those words “sexy looks to attract boys like me” kept haunting her the whole night. I came to know about this only in the upcoming days during marriage. We all had dinner and went to bed early as we had to get up early for a function the next morning.
The next morning, the day of pre-marriage, everyone got ready for the function. We went down to the marriage hall. The proceedings started well and were going smoothly. But Rekha Aunty never looked at me, and I was a bit annoyed by that. Suddenly, someone pulled me from behind.
It was indeed Rekha Aunty. She held my hand and took me upstairs to the second floor. I repeatedly kept asking her, “Where are we going, Aunty?” but she did not reply. She took me to her room, pushed me in, and, this time, locked the door inside.
She asked in a frustrated and seductive manner, “Last night, you said that I still have the energy and sexy looks to attract boys like you, right? Now show me how far and how well I have attracted you.” She shouted, “Show me right now. I want to make use of my energy right now. Come on, show me, show me now.”
She was so seductive that I gave in to her seduction and gave her a firm kiss on the cheeks right away. I grasped her waist. I began kissing her behind the ears, below her neck, on the part that most stimulated women: the neck. I let go of her blouse and began to press over it while keeping one hand on her breasts.
She was aroused and began to groan in a matter of seconds as I was kissing her neck. I was not paying attention to her until she moaned, “Aww, this is so good.” I reached from the belly section of her saree with my right hand and felt her underwear. I reached into her pants and felt the moisture inside of her.
As our bodies aligned, I withdrew my hand from her skirt, turning her to face me. Our gazes locked, and without hesitation, I leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. She responded eagerly, our tongues dancing in a rhythm that echoed our shared desire.
For nearly ten minutes, we lost ourselves in the kiss, my hands exploring her curves through her blouse and the fabric of her saree. Her laughter-filled protests as I teased her ample derriere. Breaking away, she suggested we secure the room and switch on the TV, ensuring our privacy.
With a swift motion, I hoisted her onto the bed. A raw intensity replaced our earlier playful banter. I tore at her saree, revealing her beneath the sheer blouse and petticoat. A big turn-on for me to see women in a bra and petticoat. The sight of her, partially undressed, sent a thrill through me.
Her cleavage beckoned, inviting me closer, and I obliged, capturing her lips once more. My kisses trailed down her neck, lingering at her cleavage. I teased her by attempting to slip my finger beneath her blouse. One button at a time, I revealed her blue lace bra, marvelling at the milky perfection of her cleavage.
Unable to resist, I began to lavish attention on her breasts through the fabric. My tongue traced the outline of her bra. The anticipation of unveiling her was intoxicating. Finally, I freed her from the confines of her bra, admiring the fullness of her breasts.
Their weight was substantial in my hand. I marvelled at the contrast of her soft skin against my rough palm. My exploration led me lower, my lips tracing a path down her abdomen to her navel and eventually to her feet. Each kiss was a promise, a testament to my desire for her.
As I reached her feet, I lifted her petticoat, revealing her milky thighs and the tantalizing glimpse of her pink underwear. The sight of her bare skin under the thin fabric drove me wild. With a sense of urgency, I discarded her petticoat, my lips finding their way to her thigh.
My caresses grew bolder, my fingers tracing patterns on her skin, eliciting soft moans from her. I reached her intimate area, covered by her damp panties. I paused, savouring the moment before I removed them, revealing her to me entirely. Her pleas for release were met with my continued attention, my fingers and mouth bringing her to the brink of ecstasy.
“Please, Babyboy,” she whispered, her voice filled with longing. Ignoring her request, I continued my ministrations, drawing out her pleasure until she succumbed to her climax.
The night was far from over. Guiding her into a doggy-style position, I marvelled at the beauty of her form. The sensation of entering her was profound, a mix of pain and pleasure that left us both breathless. My thrusts were slow at first, adjusting to her tightness.
But soon, they became more assertive, driving us both towards the edge of satisfaction. Our encounter was marked by moments of intense passion and tender care, culminating in a shared release that left us spent and satisfied. Over several days, we explored each other’s desires.
We were finding new ways to pleasure each other amidst the chaos of the wedding festivities. Each stolen moment was a reminder of the bond we shared, a secret that added a layer of excitement to the otherwise mundane events. After that, both of us exchanged phone numbers.
Still, we are in good touch and waiting for the time and situation to have fun. To all the readers, these kinds of fun and experiences never come your way automatically. Rather, you need to manifest them and create them accordingly. If you’re interested, please read my other stories and leave feedback.
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