Hi, I am Madhan here. I am a Bengalurean of 28 years of age, 6″ tall. You can reach me on my hangout/mail [email protected] and Telegram @msarsstr.
Only Genuine Couples(Swap/Group/Orgy/Cuckold/Lesbian), Horny unsatisfied housewives, and cute baby dolls for discrete one-on-one can approach me. The fun will be with anonymity and secrecy.
Coming to the story, Anjana is the heroine of the story. Anjana was born and brought to a traditional and orthodox family in Mysore. Her father is a govt employee, and her mother is a housewife. She was taught traditional values and age-old beliefs all through her life.
At the age of 24, she married Lokesh, who was a Karnataka state public servant. Lokesh was the son of one of her father’s friends. Her father’s friend liked the orthodox values of Anjana’s family and got her married to his son. Lokesh was an educated man and a true gentleman.
Lokesh followed the religious values taught by his parents rigidly. Lokesh was like another version of her parents. Anjana was satisfied with her life. Being a doctor herself, she was running a clinic. She used to manage all the household activities with the help of a maid.
Anjana and Lokesh moved to multiple parts of Karnataka as and when the posting of Lokesh got changed. She shifted her clinic too to all the cities. She lived in a combined family with her in-laws.
Anjana always felt a tinge of a thrill seeing rugged men. Her thrill was more when she heard bad, dirty words. She feels horny with wet pussy, when she hears guys going dirty by talking crazy about pussy and boobs. She fantasized about getting banged by Saleem, who used to deliver meat to her house.
With all the fantasies, she used to finger her pussy to cum. After shooting cum, she felt guilty about thinking of corrupt ideas. She used to take a bath urgently and do pooja, asking god for forgiveness for imagining. This cycle repeated all along her life.
At 33, she is a mother of two school-going kids. She is currently settled in Bidadi with her family. Anjana came across ISS and started reading stories. ISS stories were more erotic compared to those of porn, a slow burner to eroticism.
She came across my doctor’s story and approached me over telegram. Anjana’s initial chat messages were very short. Her replies were delayed, which made me think that she was not interested.
She used to message me once after a few days, asking me about my experiences in detail. As days progressed, she started to express her feelings. She told me that she had never had sex outside of marriage and she was a virgin before marriage.
She even told me about her feeling thrilled by seeing rugged guys and dirty comments. I sent her Gifs detailing how dirty I can go in fulfilling her fantasies. We switched to audio calls. She used to video call nude, hear my dirty talks, moan and shoot cum by fingering.
After she shot cum, she used to block me off. This behavior repeated her video calls, moaning about shooting cum and blocking me. I don’t like chatting. I am a horny man who likes to taste for real.
I told her, “I am not interested in virtual fun.”
She became desperate and asked, “if I allow you to eat my body full, will you continue chatting?”
I told her, “Yes, you need to feed me your body all three times a day, and I will eat every part of your body as I wish.”
I continued telling her, “I will feast every part as long as and as much as my desires.
She grew hornier reading my texts.
She asked me, “Are you serious?”
I said, “Yes.”
She asked me, “Nobody should know.”
I said, “Don’t you trust me?”
She said, “I trust you, Madhan. But I am scared.”
As per her regular manner, she asked me to detail what I would be doing with her body. I knew she would finger herself to cum and disappear. I stopped responding to her annoyed, which is wrong because I usually respond to all the messages.
After a day, I replied to her, “Anjana, share your location. Let us try for real.”
She messaged me immediately, “Tomorrow late evening at 6 PM. Don’t plan all night. Only three hours up to 9 PM only I can be with you. I took the keys to the flat of one of my friend’s apartments. Bring condoms. I won’t try without condoms.”
Anjana: “I will share the location of the apartment tomorrow morning. (The apartment was in Whitefield) The apartment is closer to my clinic.”
I reached the apartment and sneaked into the third floor when the watchman was away. I rang the doorbell of the flat, which she had texted. Anjana, the cutie, opened the main door, glanced at me, and walked inside in a brisk phase.
I latched close the main door behind me. I heard the sounds of her gejje (anklets) while she walked inside. I removed my shoes, bag, watch, and walked inside the beautiful three-bedroom flat with a marble floor.
Let me describe Anjana. Anjana was a very fair-skinned lady, around 5.5 ft in height. She had a plump body with gigantic boobs and a massive ass. She dressed in a traditional costume as per her fantasy. Anjana had a round face with chubby cheeks and prominent eyes.
She had a broad forehead covered with a bindi, kumkum, and white vibudhi above the other (like we apply in temples). She had a small nose with a gold loop nose ring. She had thick red yummy lips with a mole just above the right top of her upper lips.
She had dark silky hair, which was left free per my wishes. Anjana’s fair skin looked much more beautiful in the copper-colored silk saree with a matching copper blouse. Her blouse covered three-quarters of her hand.
The remaining hand was filled with copper-colored matching glass bangles. Her hand was beautiful with Mehendi. She draped her saree so that her boobs, navel, and ass were well-sheathed and shielded. She left her thali (mangalsutra) intensionally dangling over her saree.
She wanted me to force her to have sex while cooking in the kitchen. I slowly walked into the kitchen. She acted real with a utensil over the gas stove and spoons in her hand. She was preparing something.
I detected Sambrani fog with an aromatic smell from the kitchen. Anjana’s preparedness exhilarated me. My dick grew harder inside my jeans. I walked very slowly toward Anjana. She was waiting for me to hug her tight from behind with my crotch bulge thrusting in her ass crack.
While walking silently toward Anjana, I could see her longing because she was drawing rangoli with the big toe of her leg over the kitchen mat. I reached just behind her. I noticed her hands tremble while she continued to do some cooking with the pan.
I could smell the jasmine and rose decorated over her hair and hear her short, restless breaths. I waited, cherishing this erotic moment glancing at her enormous U-shaped protruding ass cheeks on her copper saree.
I could feel her eagerness and slutty mind wanting to get tasted. I slowly crammed my body over her from behind. She gave an audible breath and jerked behind with the pan falling to the ground floor with a thud.
I placed my face over her neck from behind, with my right cheek touching her cold chubby left cheek. I moved my hand around her waist, which was cushiony and circled her into me into a tight embrace. She was moaning.
The embrace was so tight that my thigh could feel her soft ass cheeks, and my hard erect dick adjusted itself into her butt crack. She continued to breathe heavily, with her boobs raising and falling. Once my dick adjusted itself, I pushed my dick deep into her ass crack over the saree.
Oh god, I have a hard-on now. My hands probed her navel, and I slid one hand into her saree, which traveled down to her pussy. My hands reached her pussy and poked her after shaving small hair growths. She gave a loud moan.
She placed her hand over my head. I kissed her chubby cheeks long and sucked the cheek with my hands, searching the pussy lips. My lips moved to suck her ears, and my hands found the flowery pussy of Anjana.
I massaged her pussy lips and sucked her earlobes. Once her pussy was well lubricated, I sucked her neck and tried to push my finger inside her pussy. My finger could not travel fully due to her tight saree. The finger only traveled slightly.
Anjana hastily pulled out my hand from her saree and turned around. She pushed me away from her with the flat of her hand.
Anjana: “Hey idhu tappu naanu married. Naanu nan gandana property aste; naanu maadthirodu tappu.” (Hey, this is wrong. I am only my husband’s property. What I am doing is wrong.)
I saw her deep lusty eyes. I grabbed her hand and placed them over my bulge in the pants.
I stared at her lusty hungry eyes and asked, “bedvaaa nan rod bedvaa ninge nin ganda ne bekaa?” (You don’t want my rod, only your husband’s?)
She did not move her hand away from the bulge.
Anjana: “Aadre naan maadthirodu tappu kano, Madhan.” (But what I am doing is wrong, Madhan.)
I had a condom packet ready in my pocket. I immediately lowered my pant and underwear. I held my cock and shook it in front of her.
Me: “Node Anjana idhu bedvaa ninge” (See Anjana you don’t want this?)
She had her eyes gaping on my hard rod cock with her mouth wide open. I massaged my cock and bit my lower lips with my teeth.
Me: “Hele Anjana nin ganda hinge keithana nodu ninge; hinge heli heli keithaana.” (Tell me your husband will fuck you like this by teasing.)
She spoke in a husky tone, “Beda kano bedaaa.” (No, Madhan.)
She moved backward, and her ass stuck on the kitchen slab.
Anjana: “Bedaa Madhan nan ganda olleyavanu” (No Madhan, my husband is a good man.)
She had her eyes staring at my cock.
Me: “Beda andre hoge tulle” (Not necessarily means leave it pussy).
I turned around and started to walk away slowly. She kept quiet with her head down. I walked slowly to the exit of the kitchen. I turned around and saw her face. She stared at me and shook her head with hungry wild eyes. I rushed towards her.
I grabbed her saree and mangalsutra in my fist. I pushed the utensils on the kitchen slab to the floor with a sound. I pushed her onto the kitchen slab with my hand tightly holding her mangalsutra and the front of her saree.
She was breathing heavily and sweating. I tried to part her legs through the saree to display the slutty hole. The silk saree was very tightly draped. I left my hold of her mangalsutra.
Me: “Tegiye nin tullna Anjana; Nan hard tunne haridu hakutte nin tullna tegiye nin tullna.” (Open your pussy Anjana; My hard dick will tear your pussy)
She was wilder now. I tore open the condom packet and wore them over my hard cock. While I was wearing the condom. Anjana hurried to free the saree from her waist. I undid her saree super hurriedly, becoming clumpy all around.
I spread her legs wide open. She was not wearing any panties. I saw her pussy lips which were wet and waiting for my hard cock. I put my hand in her mouth, drenching them with her saliva.
I applied her saliva over the condom, lubricating them. I rubbed my saliva over her pussy. I massaged her sexy dark pussy.
Me: “Hele anjana beka nan tunne helu.” (Tell me Anjana you want my dick)
Anjana: “Ahhhhhh beku bekuuuu bekuuu. Madhan beku kano.” (Yes I want Madhan I want.)
I rubbed my cock over the pussy lips teasing her.
Me: “Nin ganda ee maza kodthana?” (Will your husband give you this thrill?).
She replied with heavy breath and an erotic voice, “Illa kano, hakoo.” (No Madhan, insert.)
She kept her hand over my hair and massaged my head.
Me: “Haaakla anjaannnnnaa haaklaaa” (Shall I insert, Anjana?)
Anjana: “Haku nan tullu ninge kano bega haaku.” (Insert my pussy, it is all yours Madhan insert faster)
I pushed my cock slowly inside her tight pussy, “Ahh.” I moved my cock in and out of her pussy slowly. After a few strokes. I pushed my cock hard into her, tearing her pussy. Her eyes popped out, and she shouted louder moans.
I could feel the warm cum of Anjana. I continued to bang her hard and hard. I felt the urge to cum. I cum over her copper saree which ended my first hot encounter with a married woman.
Thank you, all XIS readers.