Hi, this is Rajeev Kantha back again with a new incident that happened in my life recently.
Let me introduce myself. I am 37 years old, a doctor by profession, unmarried, average height and build. I will relate to you how I fucked my colleague Rashmi from the same department.
Rashmi is a cute girl, 35 years old, average height, married, traditional unpretentious girl with nice figures. I had a crush on her from day one but didn’t do anything about it as she was married. We used to talk with each other on a regular basis as colleagues.
Coming right to the day of the incident. As it happens in most colleges, every department gets a fresh batch of postgraduates every year and they have to give a freshers party to all staff from the department. So, a venue was decided by my juniors, and the date was set.
Rashmi used to stay nearby and asked me if I was joining for the treat. I said yes and I was planning to go by car. She asked me if I could pick her up on the way to the party as the venue was far away and she didn’t want to take her car. So I picked up 2 postgraduates (both guys) who sat in the back. Later, I picked Rashmi. She was wearing a dark green t-shirt and black jeans with a slight gap near the navel. I had an immediate boner looking at her but I had to concentrate on the road.
We finally reached the venue. We all enjoyed the party. I will not bore you with details. There was booze, food, dance, masti, etc and the party was over by 11 pm.
Now, it was time to go back. As the bill was settled, the 2 postgraduates decided to go to some other parties as the night was still young for them. So, it was just my colleague Rashmi and me on the way back to our homes.
So, we started our journey back home.
Me: So, how was the party? Did you enjoy it?
Rashmi: Yes, it was fun. Needed a break after hectic work. Thanks for picking me up.
Me: No problem. So, what are your plans now? Your husband must be waiting at home.
Rashmi: No. It’s just me. Probably, watch a movie and get some sleep. It gets pretty boring at home.
Me: Wait, I thought you were married.
Rashmi: Yes, I am. But my husband relocated to Canada just 5 months after my marriage and it has been 2 years since. What about you? Not married yet?
Me: No, haven’t found the right girl yet. My parents are forcing me.
Rashmi: Hang in there. Any girl will be lucky to have you.
Saying so, she gave a naughty smile.
Finally, we reached her home. As I dropped her, I asked her, “Hi, it’s pretty late at night. Do you want me to accompany you?”
She was hesitant. “No thanks, I can manage myself.”
“Oh, okay. No problem. Just being polite,” I said, hiding my disappointment.
I was disheartened. There went my chance of banging my married colleague. I started back to my apartment.
I reached home. There was an unread message from Rashmi on my WhatsApp.
It said, “Hi, I am sorry. Don’t know what I was thinking. you were being a gentleman. It was rude of me.”
I replied, “Hey, No issues. I should be sorry. I had no business asking to come up to your apartment.”
She, “No, no. Nothing like that. You can come anytime. We are friends. right? Let me know what I can do to make it up for you.”
I should have said, “Sure” but my penis was doing my thinking for me!
“How about you invite me now for a movie you were going to watch alone?” I replied with a naughty smiley.
And then I could see her typing a long message. I was mentally prepared to be rejected again.
Surprisingly, there was a single reply, “Do you want to come now?”
I replied, “Yes.”
“Come soon, silly. I have talked to the guard there. Apartment 801 C” with a naughty smiley.
I jumped with joy. I had a quick shower and rushed to my colleague’s apartment. There she was awaiting my arrival. She had put on the TV and a bowl of popcorn was on the coffee table.
I was wearing my jeans and t-shirt. She was comfortable in her Daisy Duke shorts and red t-shirt on top. We settled down near each other. I could see her boobs heaving with breath and her white milky thighs up to her midthigh. My boner was growing big. My jeans were getting tight. Rashmi saw me getting uncomfortable.
“Are you seriously planning to watch a movie with those tight jeans?” Saying so, she went to her bedroom and gave me her husband’s shorts to wear. I hesitated.
“Come on, it’s not like he will be wearing it anytime soon,” she said with a chuckle mixed with sadness.
I immediately changed into his shorts and sat next to her. (Little closer this time with our bodies touching). She didn’t seem to mind and gave a cute smile.
As the movie progressed, I saw tears well up in her eyes. Rashmi was trying her best to hide it but I didn’t miss it.
“What’s up?” I asked, “Why are you crying?”
“No, not crying,” she replied, “My hubby and I used to watch movies like this together all the time. Now that he is far off, I feel like this marriage is falling apart. And with you wearing his shorts, the memories came flooding back.”
“Oh,” I said, “If you are not okay with me here, I will go.”
“No, please stay, it’s not that,” my married colleague held my hand and dragged me back.
Slowly, she buried her head in my shoulders and sobbed a bit more. I was holding her tightly and gently massaging her arms. Her emotional episode was over and she gently lifted her head and planted a kiss on my lips! I held her head and reciprocated the same way.
“Make love to me, please. Be my lover today. It’s been over 2 years,” she said.
I needed no second invitation. I just took her in my arms and smooched her. Slowly, her lips spread apart and our tongues met. I slowly and gently sucked her tongue. She did the same and we were lost in the bliss. I caressed her back as I moved down her neck, planting kisses. She arched her neck.
I could feel my married colleague’s hot breath as she gently bit my ear. Her hands were feeling my chest. I removed my t-shirt and she started kissing my chest, pulling the strands of my chest hair. She raised her hands as I hurriedly relieved her of her t-shirt. Rashmi’s bouncy tits covered in a purple bra stared at me. I buried my face in the cleavage as my colleague grasped me tightly and pleaded me to unclasp her bra. Her breasts just popped out and glared at me in the face.
“What are you staring at? Just suck them!”
I took in one breast after the other and swirled my tongue around her brown areolas and sucked her nipples as if there was no tomorrow. I squeezed her breasts till they were red and then covered them in my saliva.
Rashmi then took my hands and guided them to her crotch to feel the wetness there. I came down to her belly button and put my tongue in that and she moaned in pleasure. Drops of sweat were glistening on my married colleague’s flat tummy.
Rashmi held my head and started to push it down her crotch area. I brought my face near her shorts and planted a kiss on her crotch. She squeezed her legs to hold my head in place. I started kissing her inner thighs, teasing her, and letting my hot breath on her crotch. She could hold it no more. She pleaded with me to remove her shorts. I slowly pulled down her shorts and threw it aside. Her panty was clinging to her pussy with wet patches in between.
I started kissing the inner crease of her thigh and running my tongue over her panty. I took in the perfume of the sweet nectar emanating from her love hole. She started squirming her legs, indicating me to remove her panties as well. I slid those down her legs as well.
She now held my head between her legs and moaned, “Rajeev, eat my pussy, Don’t let go..”
We realized we were still on the couch and she asked me to take her to the bedroom. I lifted her and carried her to the bedroom, thanking silently my gym trainer who helped me lift weights.
I dropped her on the bed and took up a comfortable position, kneeling on the floor and resting both her legs on my shoulders. Now I could appreciate the glory that was her pussy. I put my thumb on my married colleague’s clit and gently separated her labia. I slowly licked every wetness on her labia, and put my finger in her pussy. I felt the velvety inner wall of Rashmi’s vagina and rolled my finger inside. Rashmi was so deep in bliss that she had closed her eyes and thrust her hips towards my face.
I finger fucked her till there was a constant flow of juices from her cunt and licked every drop of her juices that remained on my fingers.
Then I put my tongue in my colleague doctor’s pussy, shoved it as far as it could go. I got the remaining juices on my tongue and started flicking her clit. I rolled my tongue up and down her pussy like a kitten lapping up a saucer of milk. This continued till she let out a scream of orgasm which I had to subdue with my hand on her mouth.
Next, I lied down on the bed and Rashmi climbed on top of me. We kissed hard and slowly, she went down and rested her head on the shorts. She started appreciating my bulge, gently tracing the outline of my penis with her hands. Then she unzipped my shorts and slid my underwear down. She took my rock-hard, thick cock in her mouth without any hesitation.
I held her head as she rolled her tongue in swirls around my mushroom. The sensation was pure ecstasy! I pushed my cock deeper into my married colleague’s mouth till she could take it all in. Her saliva continued to drip down my penis.
Next, I stood up and asked her to sit on the bed. She meekly obeyed as I held her head and thrust my cock to and fro in her mouth. I started pinching her nipples simultaneously while I fucked her mouth. I stopped when she gagged, spat on my penis, and then continued again.
We both got on the bed, and assumed the 69 position. I licked her pussy again to get it wet while she caressed my balls as I violated her mouth.
I told her it was time to enter her and she agreed. I climbed on top of her and guided my rod near her married pussy. She held it in her hand and guided it in rapidly. I came near the face and kissed her hard.
“Rajeev, fuck me hard, don’t stop,” she said. I increased my thrust inside Rashmi’s pussy and continued ramming her deeper and deeper. My penis was buried in my married colleague’s vagina and my balls kept hitting her inner thighs. She was gripping my back and clawing my skin as I made love to her. This continued for around 20 minutes and I was about to cum.
“I am about to cum,” I said.
“Release it in my pussy, I want to feel your seeds in me,” Rashmi replied.
I released my load of cum deep in her pussy, till my balls were dry.
“That’s a lot of cum, hope you dint make me pregnant!” she quipped.
I washed myself and later she told me to sleep at her home as it was late at night. We fell asleep in each other’s arms.
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