Hi friends, this is my real experience that happened a few months back. I am 40 years old, 5’5″ in height, and my measurements are 38-34-40. I am a fair-skinned Punjabi girl. I got separated from my husband early on and was single for almost 8-9 years. I started avoiding all sexual thoughts, as I knew my love life was over.
Then, last year, Ajay came into my life and ignited my deep-seated desires. We were in different cities, so we used to have a lot of phone sex on video chat. I would dress up in a bikini and masturbate for him on call. We both would exchange nudes and have sex.
I once took a flight to visit Ajay, and we made out at his place. We had booze, danced, but I didn’t let him take off my panties. He put a belt around my neck, paraded me like a slave on all fours, and made me suck his dick. I usually don’t suck, but that day I sucked him like a whore. After that, he pushed me onto the couch, took out my panties, and inserted his dick into my pussy while I kept crying and shouting, asking him to not stop. He came inside me quickly, in about 5 minutes, and then we slept naked in each other’s arms. It was one memorable night I had.
We dated for some months, but later I discovered he was 8 years younger than me, and he had lied to me about his age. Also, he was in a relationship with multiple other girls, which I found out. He was a womanizer. I broke off from him. But the good part was that he made me realize I need a man in my life, so I made an account on a matrimony website and started searching. I met a few options and finalized a guy whom I dated for 2-3 months before getting married this year. We would fuck almost every day, and sometimes 2-3 times a day, and still, my thirst for sex wouldn’t end.
One day, after a few drinks, my husband suggested I should get a massage from a guy, to which I also hesitantly agreed, with the condition that I would only limit it to a massage and wouldn’t take out my bra and panties. Also, my husband should be in another room, as I was getting conscious in his presence. My husband found a guy online. When the massage guy came, it was around 9 pm. My husband went to another room and locked it. I opened the door, and my heart was beating very fast, as this was my first experience.
I was initially shy, but the massage guy, Raj, made me comfortable. He went to the washroom and changed into a very thin vest and small shorts. He had a good gym body, and he looked like my ex, Ajay. I got instantly wet looking at him. I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, lay down on the bed with my face down. He was carrying a speaker and played some instrumental soft music. He took out my shorts and started massaging my legs. I was wearing a netted, see-through black bra and panties. I forgot to change and was dying in shame. He must have seen my private parts, as they were completely see-through.
Slowly, he moved up and removed my t-shirt slowly. Then, he opened my bra hook, and before I realized, my bra straps were falling off my shoulders. When he started taking out my bra, I held it there and asked him not to remove it and massage me like that only. He took the time to massage my back while sitting on my back. I could feel his hard penis on my bums. He slowly moved down and tried to take out my panties, but I stopped him. He was behaving like a gentleman and not crossing any limits.
He ran his fingers slowly over my body, and I was literally in heaven. He asked me to turn around and massaged me from the front. He avoided touching my private parts and made me relax with his slow movements of hands and was chatting with me the whole time. He was telling stories about his other clients, like sometimes the husband would ask him to massage his wife in front of him, etc. I was also curious and kept asking about his other experiences.
He was hard all the time, and we were talking like friends. He massaged me for over an hour and then left. I tipped him handsomely, and he was happy. After he left, I opened the door of the other room, where my husband was. I took my husband to the same massage bed and fucked him like crazy, imagining the massage guy.
A month later, my husband and I were having drinks at home, and we were both sloshed. My husband asked me to call the massage guy again, and this time, he also wanted to see it. I first refused, but after a lot of convincing, I agreed. I called Raj, and it was almost 10 pm that time. He agreed to come, and it took him around 30 minutes to reach our place.
This time, I was bold (maybe it was the effect of alcohol or it was my second time). In fact, my husband was shy, so we made a plan that I would tell Raj that he was my friend who was just visiting. I was in my t-shirt and shorts. When Raj came in, I asked him to sit on the sofa in the drawing room and offered him vodka. I was very high, so I was blabbering all nonsense. I told him that my friend was also here and called my husband from the bedroom. Both my husband and Raj were conscious in each other’s presence, so I asked them to relax.
I asked Raj if we could start the massage and told my husband laughingly that we were going inside and having fun, and he could also join if he liked. I accompanied Raj to the bedroom and turned off the lights and switched on the TV. My husband also came in, and I asked him to play some nice, sexy music. He played Tamannah’s “Aaj ki Raat.” My husband was sitting on the chair with his glass of booze, and I lay down on the bed.
Meanwhile, Raj took out the oil bottle and also changed into his slim vest and shorts. I took out my shorts myself while looking at my husband, who gave me a go-ahead from his eyes. Raj started massaging my legs and sat on top of me while doing it. He was not moving forward, maybe he was conscious. My husband got the hint and excused himself, making some pretext, and came back after 5 minutes, leaving us in the room.
Immediately after my husband left, Raj took out my t-shirt and started massaging my back. When my husband came back, I asked him to make a drink for me. My husband got the drink, and I drank it in one go, lying down in a crocodile position. I held my husband’s hand and got his face close to me and smooched him. My husband sat in front and started massaging my back shoulders, while Raj was massaging my feet and toes. I was getting very horny and grabbed my husband’s dick from outside.
Meanwhile, my husband, while massaging my shoulders, took out my open bra straps off my arms. I whispered into his ears what he was doing, but my husband assured me and asked me to go with the flow. Since I was lying face down, so my boobs, though now open, were hidden from view. Meanwhile, Raj started sucking my toes and inserted his hands below my crotch and started massaging my pussy lips.
Seeing no resistance from me, he slid down my panties, removed them completely, and started fingering me. I started moaning heavily, and I was enjoying it so much. My husband took out his clothes and asked Raj to remove his clothes as well. Both men were in their briefs. My husband turned me around, with my face up now. For the first time in my life, I was completely naked in front of two guys. My husband started sucking my boobs, and Raj continued fingering me. My boobs are my weakness, and I was literally shouting in enjoyment.
I whispered into my husband’s ears to take the lead and fuck me right away. I think my husband was in stress or maybe was conscious in Raj’s presence, as he didn’t fuck me that time (he told me later that due to too much alcohol, he wasn’t hard enough to fuck me). The two men switched positions, and my husband licked my pussy, while Raj started sucking my boobs. Raj then gave me many love bites on my neck. This continued, and soon I passed out. Next, what happened, my husband told me later, as I slept off.
I was almost on the corner of the bed, so the two men carried me and put me on the bed. I was lying nude, with my legs spread wide open, inviting anyone to fuck my pussy. Both men looked at my body, and my husband offered Raj to take my pussy. Raj did not want to fuck me while I was sleeping, so he said he would leave. My husband paid him, and he left. My husband came back and fucked me, and the next morning, I woke up with some beautiful memories of the night.
After a few days, my husband again asked me for a massage or a threesome, but I denied it this time. I told him that we won’t do this again, as I couldn’t imagine my husband with any other girl, and hence I would also ensure restraint. We regularly fuck each other almost daily.
I have a fantasy to have sex with a tall, handsome guy, which my husband has promised we will do when we go on a holiday to Thailand. Let me know how you like my experience by commenting here. You may also mail me at [email protected]