This story happened after my previous one, ‘Taste Of Ripe Juicy Boobs Of Hot Team Member.’
Between moving countries and a broken FWB relationship, life does not stop, and soon enough, D was married, too. D had maintained a radio silence with no responses to calls, messages or emails. Between a few visits to India I tried making contact too.
This went on for about 7 years. Then, on one of the visits to India with no expectations, I casually made a call. There she was, finally responding to my call.
Me: Hey, how have you been? I tried making contacts, and I hope you are doing well.
D: Yes, been very well. I wanted to not respond to the calls or emails or anything that was on purpose. I got married and have a young child now. I didn’t want to do anything that raised any suspicion or disturbed my thoughts. How are you? I see you are in India.
Me: Yes makes sense. I did not want any of that either for you. Congratulations on your child, glad this half of life is working well for you.
D: Thank you. Yes, it is. Can’t complain. Rehan is quite a child, and he is now 4 years old, work has been busy. I have moved companies, we now have a house, and life is sailing smoothly.
Me: That’s so good to hear. Happy for you. Rehan is such a lovely name. Where did you guys buy the house? Is it far from work?
D: it’s not that far, and it’s closer to HSR Layout.
Me: Very nice, so is someone inviting me to the house? Or do I self-invite?
D: I am not sure if I need to invite you. How long have you been here in India?
Me: Here for 3 weeks and I am away for the last week. My return is from Mumbai.
D: Ok, so that’s the next 2 weeks only then. Let me know your schedule for the coming Thursday. I am generally WFH that day, and Rehan usually goes to kinder.
Me: Oh, oh, someone is inviting me when no one is home.
D: Don’t build your hopes. Nothing of the past is happening, and this is the exact reason I did not want to make contact with you. My husband will be home too. I am only introducing you as my ex-colleague and boss.
Me: It’s alright, I know you are married and all. Plus, I haven’t seen you in 7 years, so it was just the excitement.
D: Well, I will confirm my WFH tomorrow and text you the address after the call.
Me: Chao, ciao.
Next few hours, there was no message or anything, and then, dang. There was the address. I was so hell-bent on seeing her after 7 long years and was eagerly waiting for her confirmation.
The next morning – she confirmed Thursday was the day and asked me to join her for lunch around 11 am. I had two days to kill and I was building hopes of some action. In anticipation – I quickly cleaned up all the hair around private areas and got a gift with some lame excuse to my wife.
Thursday morning, clean shaved, well groomed, booked an Uber to the address. It was roughly about 60 minutes to her place. Texted her, my ETA and brimming with a smile. Maybe I am already making love to her in my mind.
I rang the doorbell.
There was a nameplate on the door with her and her husband’s name. Bang, the door opened. She was all smiles. Or was she blushing? I smiled, and the first thing that came out of me was, “Wow.” She had her eyebrows raised when she heard and invited me in.
Quickly said hello and handed her the gift I got. I took a step in. She closed the door behind me and walked towards the kitchen to get some water. I was looking around for her husband. I could see a wedding photo on the wall but no signs of him.
I casually asked where her husband was. She said he was at work, went very early in the morning and was coming in soon. He finishes at 12, and his cab will drop him. My mind wanted just to hug her, kiss her and rip her dress and fuck there in the hall.
I wanted to use this opportunity to make a move and see how she reacts. She walked back with water. My eyes were glued on her, her boobs, and occasionally looking into her eyes. Oh man, since she has become a mum, her boobs have grown too.
She has put on some weight, but in the right places. She is unable to maintain eye contact and looks a bit nervous, looking around here and there in her own house. She walks closer to me, and I am still glaring at her. I don’t know if I even blinked.
She offers me water and while I gulp the water, I am still trying to look at her. A few drops of water drop on my shirt. She used this opportunity and said, “Focus on drinking water and nothing else.” This is make or break. Soon, her hubby will be here.
I tell her. “The idea was to drink water – but looking at you, you have turned into a hot mommy.” And she blushes. I do not stop and then tell her she has put on some good weight.
D: What do you mean by good weight? I can barely wear my old clothes.
Me: Who needs clothes? I mean, who needs old clothes? Bangalore is such a happening space, and fashion keeps changing.
D: Glad you corrected.
Me: Well, I wouldn’t want to see a shred of cotton.
D: You are losing focus. I am now married and have a kid. So hold your horses. Nothing of what you are imagining will happen.
Me: Ah ha, someone is reading my mind.
D: Let me put the glasses away and make some tea for you.
As she got up, I went up to hand her the glass. I told her, “Let me walk with you to the kitchen, and we can talk while you make the tea.” She walked ahead, and I walked behind her – her ass swaying. I start getting hard on. I am still maintaining the distance and she starts making tea.
I asked her, “Can we hug?” She thought for a moment and said yes. We hugged each other, and her boobs pressed on my chest. I held her hard with one, and the other, I caressed her back. I can feel her breathing getting heavy. I kiss her on her forehead.
I am holding her and she looks up into my eyes with a question in her eyes. My hands don’t stop. I continue caressing her back. We don’t speak but continue hugging, no resistance from her at all to get away. Her eyes continue staring into mine.
At that moment, I bent down a bit to kiss her on the lips. Her eyes widen, but her body stays glued to me. There we are, kissing each other soft and delicate, savouring the moment. My hand has now moved to her ass. I cup her ass and squeeze it.
With a squeeze on her bum, she gasps and a warm breath hits and is erotic. I put my tongue in her mouth, searching for hers. She closes her lips and sucks on my tongue, and continues to push herself on me. Her entire body is leaning on me.
We continued kissing for a minute or two.
Now both my hands were on her ass, squeezing them hard. With every squeeze, she gasps. I continue to go harder on her lips, and I am getting a bit aggressive, and so is she. We bite softly on each other’s lips. We realise this is a moment of no return and not the time for remorse.
I hold on to her waist tight with both hands, pulling her towards me. Her boobs are crushing on my chest. I slightly lift her to indicate let’s get out of the kitchen. That motion was enough for us to start moving. She quickly turned off the tea.
We rapidly made it to the living with, still hugging and kissing. I turn her around, standing, her head turning behind, still kissing each other. My dick is hard poking her ass. My hands were on her tummy, caressing it. My right hand went towards her pussy over her dress and gave it a soft squeeze.
I now tried putting my hand in her shirt from under and also lifting it. I was caressing her tummy with one and the other hand, trying to go up to her boobs. Once on her boobs over her bra, I squeeze it. Soon both my hands were on her boobs, squeezing.
We continued kissing all the while. I now start kissing her neck with soft bites. My dick poking her ass, her boobs being squeezed, kissed on her neck was getting too much. She turns around, and we aggressively kiss each other. I push one of my hands from under her bra and get hold of those boobs.
I squeeze hard, intermittently pinching those nipples. All this while she was hugging me. She now pushed her hand on my ass and started pulling me towards. On the other hand, I tried unhooking her bra. There were no buckles behind – but a zip in the front Oh my, lot easier now.
I moved to kissing her neck and making my way to her boobs. I bent down and unzipped the front, releasing the boobs. With one hand, I squeezed her boobs and sucked her other. Her nipples were hard, no more the same as earlier. They had grown big like grapes.
I feast on those nipples, soft bites and suck them all over the boobs. That heavenly cleavage between those boobs. Oh my, oh, so much pleasure. She meanwhile had one hand on my ass and one on my dick over the pants caressing it and wanting it.
I quickly removed her shirt with the bra. She unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned the jeans and tried pulling my pants down. I helped her. I was standing with my jockey and shirt, and she was naked on top. She quickly pulls my jockey and is ready to ride, putting her hand on my dick.
Her soft hands feel so good on my dick, and she starts moving it to and fro slowly. It’s hard and pulsating. We have started kissing, and the intensity and sounds of moaning are increasing. I squeeze those boobs hard, pinch her nipples.
I get her to lie down on the sofa and pull her pants and panties down. There was her glory hole, clean-shaven, moist and waiting to be fucked. I put my fingers on her pussy, put my middle finger on her glory and pushed it in. It was warm, slippery felt good.
I lie on her, my body weight on her. I kiss her boobs, suck her nipples, kiss her neck and lift her legs to give me better access to her pussy. I position my dick, poking at her pussy, waiting to enter. I rubbed my dick on her pussy – pushed it in slow, and it felt so fucking awesome.
Goes through all in, and I held it in there for a moment. We are madly kissing each other like there is no tomorrow. I am switching between her boobs, her lips, and her neck without a pinch of worry. My dick has found its nest deep in. I slowly pull out my dick and go in and out.
I keep going until the point that I am now wanting to go hard. I position her on the edge of the sofa. I lift her legs until her ass is up in the air and no longer touching the sofa. I started pushing my dick in. This time, my intensity was harder, and my thrusts were harder.
The contact with her body was making a loud thap sound. Every time that happened, I could hear her moan. We kept going for the next few minutes. When my mind had calmed down, I realised I had no protection and was banging her bare.
I slowed down and took my dick out. She quickly opened her eyes, asking why. I told her no condoms, and she was like, it’s too late to worry. Just go, and she held my dick and guided it to her pussy. She thrust her ass upwards, and my dick had found the nest again.
This time I wanted not to stop, just go hard until I cum. Soon enough, she was having an orgasm, and I was pretty close. I held my dick in until she relaxed her nerves from cumming and took it out. I gestured for her to get down to take the cum in her mouth.
She quickly obliged, went on her knee and took my dick in her mouth. It was her cum she was sucking clean. I bent down to hold her boobs and squeeze them very hard. I was pulling her nipples like milking a cow. Within a few seconds of her starting to suck, I was cumming deep in her throat.
I did not want the moment to be over. She didn’t want to let go of my dick, and she was still sucking it. My dick was going limp in her mouth, she got up, and we hugged with her head on my chest. It was the moment for remorse and regret that was about to kick in.
She whispered, “I shouldn’t have done this it is totally wrong. I have a child, I have a husband, and you do this to me. How can you?” I said, “We both needed this and saw how desperate we were for each other.” He had the slightest smile on her lips.
She freed herself from me and went to the bathroom. She came out fresh, hair tied up but still no clothes on. I was in the kitchen and had wiped my dick with a paper towel and was naked too. I had turned on the gas for the unfinished tea. She came close and put her hand on my dick, and squeezed it soft.
She asked, “I hope he is happy now.” I said, “We both are.” She said, “Let me make you happier.” She asked me to step back from the gas stove. I did. She came and sat with her back, touching the cupboards. She asked me to come forward and focus on making a good tea.
When I came forward, she had an open mouth and took the tip of my dick in her mouth. With one, she pushed the skin on the tip back and gave a tip a lick. I felt my knees go weak. Then she took the entire dick in her mouth, and the other hand, she was playing with my balls.
She was giving me one of the most pleasurable blowjobs in the kitchen. It looked like I was banging the cupboard. Rather I was forcing my dick in her mouth harder and harder. Within a few minutes, I cum. This time she took all the cum on her boobs.
She played a slut by sticking a finger in the cum and licking it slowly. She wiped with the paper towel and went to wear her clothes. I poured the tea and waited for her to be back. I had dressed and was sitting like anything ever happened.
She comes out and straight towards me, sits on my lap, leaning on my left hand. We start kissing. The position was such that her left boob was in the right position for my hand. I wouldn’t want to miss the chance. I was groping her boobs and kissing – the doorbell rings.
She wants to get up and open the door. I want to kiss her and grope her. She manages to free herself and wipes her face, walks and attends the door. I quickly reorganised myself in case it was her husband. Indeed it was, she asks him what took this long and her husband blames Bangalore traffic.
Guess who couldn’t be happier with such traffic jams? Her husband and I interacted briefly. He said, “Let me take a quick shower and be back. Sorry to keep you waiting.” As soon as the shower starts, I rush to the kitchen and grab her from behind.
I thrust my dick on her ass repeatedly and kissed her neck. We knew we had limited time and couldn’t do much. She asked me to check for any hickies on her neck or boobs, and I obliged. Got to see her boobs, and I sucked her nipples again. There were a few hickies that I pointed to her.
The next few hours went by, we had lunch, and I made my way home. She messaged me that night, saying it felt good and let us meet again before I went away.
The story of the next meet in the next story. Until then, feel free to email me at [email protected].