Hi Everyone, This is Sanjay from Mangalore. I want to share an incident involving Divya, the wife of a friend. Divya is from Bangalore and was in Mangalore to attend a friend’s wedding. It was her first time in Mangalore. So her husband, Rajesh, contacted me, asking if I could show her around.
I gladly agreed to help. I had met Divya a couple of times before. But our interactions had been casual, and we never really had the chance to connect. I picked her up from the airport the day before, on a Saturday.
The moment I met her, I was stunned by how much she had changed since the last time we met. Marriage seemed to have brought about a lot of physical changes in her. She appeared to be in perfect shape. She wore a simple pair of blue jeans, highlighting her toned thighs and long legs.
Her red skin-tight t-shirt accentuated her figure. Her boobs had become one notch bigger, and my guess was 34C now.
“Wow, Divya, you’ve changed a lot! Looks like you’ve been hitting the gym regularly,” were the first words that came out of my mouth when I met her at the airport.
“Yeah, I’ve been exercising. You know Rajesh. He makes a fuss if I’m not in shape,” Divya laughed.
I had known Rajesh for 4-5 years. He was a fitness enthusiast. It was no surprise that he expected the same level of dedication from his wife, too. Divya sat in the car next to me. The seatbelt split between her boobs, highlighting them further. I was getting excited seeing her sexy figure, and lust was slowly creeping in.
“Well, what’s your plan for the day?” I inquired.
“Nothing much. I’m in Mangalore for the first time. I’d want to visit the beach,” she replied.
“You want me to take you to the beach?” I asked, pretending to be innocent.
“Of course. Do you expect me to go to the beach alone?” she quickly retorted.
I grew increasingly excited about spending the evening at the beach with Divya. That she was married and this was just a casual outing didn’t seem to faze me at that moment.
It was 5:00 in the evening when I arrived at the hotel to pick up Divya. She was ready, now wearing black shorts. It exposed her perfectly waxed, well-toned thighs and a light cream t-shirt that complemented her outfit. As soon as she sat in the car, I couldn’t help but steal glances at her thighs and legs.
We walked along the beach, and gradually, our conversation shifted from professional topics to more casual and personal ones. Afterwards, we headed to the famous ice cream parlour in Mangalore. As we sat down, Divya began to open up to me.
She shared how much she hated going to the gym. But Rajesh was obsessed with her maintaining her figure. She also mentioned how much she craved junk food. But he wouldn’t let her indulge in her cravings. As she tasted different ice creams, she was enjoying the moment.
She felt finally freed from a cage, her excitement evident with each new flavour. I could sense we were slowly connecting at a personal level, and my lust for her grew. I, too, couldn’t help but notice her figure, her cleavage, her smooth and well-toned thighs. I was getting gentle erections.
“Must be difficult, isn’t it? Controlling all the cravings,” it just slipped out of my tongue. Even though I was referring to the ice cream, I was really craving her.
“You have no idea,” she replied.
“Sometimes it is so suffocating. It feels so good to let go once in a while,” she replied more to herself than to me.
It felt like Divya was leading a life as per Rajesh’s terms, only to please him. She had lost her originality. But who was I to judge?
“Well, actually, I am starting to get a sense of it,” I said, trying to brighten the mood, looking at her figure from top to bottom. I understand what Rajesh is craving for.
“Typical. Men have a one-track mind, don’t they?” she said, rolling her eyes playfully.
I was surprised by how our conversations had turned out. We barely knew each other a couple of hours back. By now, we were comfortable enough to talk about her figure.
“Well, I think we should make a move. You’ve had enough time to admire,” Divya said with a smirk.
“And yet, I don’t think I’ve seen enough,” I shot back, matching her playful tone.
“I was just kidding” she replied.
I was enjoying her figure. I took a longer route to spend more time talking to Divya before dropping her off at her hotel. The next morning, I was at her hotel at 8:00 AM. Divya was ready, and she looked stunning in her red silk saree and green blouse.
She was tall, around 5’6”, which only heightened her grace. The saree fit her perfectly, highlighting her figure. She was wearing a low-cut blouse, which exposed her deep cleavage.
“Wow. You look stunning,” I exclaimed, accidentally looking at her cleavage.
She caught me staring at her cleavage, adjusted her saree, and replied, “You pig!”
I was ashamed once again, but I came back quickly. “I mean, you look really beautiful. I know why Rajesh is pushing you,” I giggled.
All along, I was flirting with Divya. I was getting intoxicated with lust. We attended the wedding, and I kept stealing Divya’s glances. I kept admiring her figure, her curves, her boobs, the way she swayed her hips.
Finally, after the wedding, we were returning to the hotel. The wedding was in Udupi, and we had an hour’s drive ahead. I took this opportunity to flirt with her as much as possible.
“How much can a person stare at someone,” Divya asked sheepishly
“What do you mean?” I asked
“I have been observing you, Sanjay. You were measuring me, weren’t you? Divya asked.
“Well, I only have today. I wanted to make the most of what my eyes can handle,” I replied playfully.
I knew Divya was flirting with me too. We were playing a game, a dangerous game.
“Oh. So, were your eyes satisfied?” she asked.
“It can take more,” I replied playfully.
She playfully adjusted her saree, exposing her cleavage slightly. “Eyes on the road,” she said as I stared at her cleavage in the rearview mirror.
This playful flirtation continued, and finally, I asked her what she wanted to do before she returned. She said she would like to visit the beach once more before returning. So once we reached the hotel, we decided that I would wait in the lobby while she went upstairs and changed.
I was waiting in the lobby, and about 5 minutes later, my phone chimed. It was Divya.
“Need your help. Can you come upstairs once? Room 415,” was her message.
I was intrigued. What could she possibly need help with? I wondered.
I rang the bell in her room. “It’s open,” came the voice from inside.
I was surprised to see Divya was still in her saree. “I’ve been thinking,” she said. “You’ve helped me a lot in Mangalore. I was wondering if I could give you a parting gift. Can you help me?” she asked.
“Help? With what?” I asked, confused.
Divya slowly walked past me, opened the door, glanced at the passage, and closed the door behind us. “Can you help me get changed?” she asked playfully.
I was surprised by the sudden change of events. I was tongue-tied, and no words came out of my mouth. “I… I…” I kept stammering.
“Well, You know, Rajesh usually helps me change. But today, he is not here. It’s up to you,” she said. Playfully dropping her saree pallu exposed her deep cleavage. After an hour of flirting between us, I was unsure if she was still flirting or serious.
“Are you serious?” I asked. “You can help me change or see where the evening takes us,” she murmured. Her voice dripped with mischief as she turned around, giving me a slow, knowing glance.
I couldn’t believe what was happening. I could sense the erections forming below, and Divya, too, noticed it. “I knew you were trouble,” she said, biting her lip.
“And yet, you still invited me in,” I murmured, closing the distance between us“ “Why are you still staring? I don’t see the hunger,” she said, teasing me. She was still exposed.
I lunged forward and dragged Divya close to me. I crashed into her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss as if letting go of all the tension that had been building since the previous night. “Well, that was good,” she replied. “What about Rajesh? I asked.
“What about him?” she questioned me back. “What happens in Mangalore, stays in Mangalore?” I asked her playfully. “Yeah. It better stay,” she replied firmly. We didn’t speak of him after that. With the initial release of my passion, I pulled Divya closer.
My hands traced the curve of her waist as our bodies pressed together. Our lips met in a deep, searing kiss, my tongue teasing hers as I savoured the softness of her lips. She melted into me, her breath hitching as I deepened the kiss, sucking gently before trailing slow, lingering licks over her lower lip.
The heat between us grew, and my fingers found the edge of her saree, slowly unravelling it. The silky fabric slipped away, revealing the curve of her waist and the soft folds of her inner skirt. My hands roamed over the smoothness of her exposed skin.
Feeling the warmth radiating from her body as she clung to me. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her breath coming faster. Her dark eyes met mine, filled with anticipation, daring me to take things further. Divya’s saree slipped away, pooling at her feet, and I felt the heat between us intensify.
My hands roamed over the soft fabric of her inner skirt, gripping her waist. I pulled her flush against me. Her breath was ragged, her fingers digging into my shoulders. Her body pressed into mine as if she couldn’t get close enough. I captured her lips again.
It was more urgent this time, and our kiss was deep and consuming. My hands slid down her back, tracing the curve of her spine before gripping her hips firmly. She let out a soft gasp. Her chest rose and fell as she met my gaze. Her dark eyes filled with unspoken desire.
Her fingers moved to my shirt, fumbling as she unbuttoned it hurriedly. Her touch sent a shiver down my spine. The moment the shirt hit the floor. Her hands explored my skin. Her nails grazed lightly over my chest, igniting a fire that only she could quench.
I lifted her effortlessly. Her legs wrapped around me instinctively as I carried her toward the bed. The air between us was thick with heat and urgency. Every touch, every kiss, every glance pushes us further into the depths of desire.
As I laid her down, her lips parted slightly. Her body arching toward me, inviting, challenging. I trailed kisses along her jawline, down the curve of her neck. My fingers teased the knot of her inner skirt, lingering just long enough to make her tremble in anticipation.
“Are you liking it, babe?” I asked her
“You are not bad,” she replied teasingly.
My fingers trailed down her cleavage, finding the buttons of her blouse. Slowly, I unfastened them one by one. My knuckles grazed against her warm skin. With each undone button, her breath grew heavier. Her chest rose and fell beneath my touch.
The blouse loosened, slipping from her shoulders, revealing the smooth curve of her cleavage and her black bra. My lips found the sensitive spot below her ear, pressing slow, lingering kisses along her neck. I slid the blouse down her arms, letting it fall away.
She responded with a soft gasp, tilting her head back. I sucked and licked and kissed her neck and collarbones. Her hands were just as eager, roaming over my bare skin, her nails dragging lightly over my chest, sending heat sparks through my veins. She pulled me closer.
Our bodies pressed together, the warmth of her skin against mine only fueling the fire that had been simmering between us all day. I captured her lips again, this time deeper, more urgent. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me to her as if she needed more.
I reached for the lace of her skirt and slowly loosened it. She raised her hips as I dragged it below her thighs, exposing her red panties. She was in her bare minimum. I knelt in front of her, kissing her knees and inner thighs as her fingers were grazing my hair.
With each passing second, I became intense. I held her ass and gently squeezed them as I kissed and licked her inner thighs. I gently moved towards her panty and started kissing the edges of her panty, tracing the edges with my tongue. She let out gentle moans as I licked her panty.
“Let me help you change to something nice,” I said, reaching out to her waist and pulling her panty. She was perfectly waxed. The folds were oozing with liquid, and I began to lick her. As I was licking her, my hands reached out behind her back, and I unhooked her bra.
I could feel the release of tension in her boobs. I flicked my tongue over her folds, gently sucking them and licking them. Divya was giving out gentle moans. My hands were gently circling her nipples and squeezing them alternatively.
I made her lie on the edge of the bed as I kissed and licked her navel. “How does this feel, sweetheart?” I asked her. “You are getting there,” she replied, challenging me for something more. “Oh, is it?” I retorted, and I went back to her pussy.
I flicked my tongue rapidly over her pussy in circles. I simultaneously squeezed her tits and circled her nipples. This time with more purpose. Her eyes were half closed and fluttering. Her back was arching, and she was pushing her waist up further towards my mouth.
Her hands clung to my head tightly, guiding me further towards her pussy. I kissed and licked and sucked her inner thighs. Drops of sweat were forming over her body. I began to lick it clean and suck it. I made sure to lick every inch of her waist, navel and tits.
I sucked one of her tits and was squeezing the other. With my finger, I gently reached out for her pussy, rubbing it. “Oh yes, that feels so good,” she encouraged me. I gently slid a finger inside her. I kissed her tits and mouth, this time curling my fingers inside her pussy.
I could feel her pussy walls contracting around my fingers. Her moans were getting louder as I was probing her just deep enough but not too deep. “Baby, please fuck me. Make my Mangalore trip worthwhile,” she pleaded. “I am not yet done with you, Divya,” I replied, circling my fingers around her pussy walls.
I started kissing her and sucking her mouth as her moans were growing louder. Finally, I got on top of her and adjusted myself. I held my dick in my hand and slowly penetrated inside her. “Ahh.. that was …” I leaned in and kissed her before she could complete.
Inch by inch, I penetrated deep inside her. My first few thrusts were slow, and I could feel her walls contract and release around my dick.
Slowly, I increased my pace, and she was in perfect sync. It was as if she knew exactly what I would do next. We were in sync as we swivelled our waists in tandem. I kept kissing her and licking and sucking her face, tits and neck alternatively.
I kept fucking her. With each stroke, I was going deep and slow, feeling her insides. This continued for several strokes. Finally, I was ready to ejaculate. “Are you ready for me?” I asked her, as her eyes were half closed and fluttering, and her breaths were heavy.
I knew she was ready. With a deep thrust, I finally emptied myself inside her. We lay next to each other for a while. “That was.. that was..” she stopped and continued, “way better than Rajesh. I have never felt this way ever.” I was happy with her compliment.
Her flight was at 8:00 PM. We had multiple sessions before I dropped her back at the airport. But that can be a separate story in itself. For now, I hope you enjoyed the story. Please reach out to me on Gmail/hangouts for feedback: [email protected].