Hello, friends. I am the regular visitor of Desi Tales and after reading most of the story, finally, I thought I will hook up with someone. Even though I am married, I don’t know why I thought this stuff. Without stitching long wrong point and friction, I will come to the point. This story is about the horny aunty I met in Ahmedabad.
I am from Delhi and working at an MNC at Mumbai. I got a job at Ahmedabad and thought maybe new location and new office environment will give a chance to taste someone. After getting the offer immediately, I agreed to join there without a second thought.
I booked a plane to Ahmedabad with lots of dream in my eyes. The office provided a hotel only for 15 days. So within those 15 days, I need to search a room and also I have started searching the room for the second day. I roamed here and there to find a suitable room. After some days, I got a chance to visit a landowner and found that she is alone. I asked all about the room and check if that will be ok for me without any inquiry about the landowner.
One fine day, after completing my work, I returned and found that she was sitting near to dining room and surfing some tv channels. I smiled and entered into my room which is adjacent to her bedroom. Then, I freshened up and came outside to drink water and suddenly she called me and asked to sit and started asking so many questions. We had a good conversation.
Like this, we started talking on the daily basis. One day, I asked about her family and she told that her husband was doing a job at Canada and her in-laws also settled there for some paperwork. She was waiting for her pr. And told that she was missing her family.
We got close to each other and after a while, she started to prepare food for me and wait for me for till the dinner. Until that moment, I did not have a bad idea about her. But one night, while she was pouring the curry, I told it’s enough but still, she put some curry on my plate and while forcing her, unintentionally, I touched her belly and she poured the curry in my pant.
Soon, I said sorry and even she said sorry as my pant was full of curry. She told me to remove it and gave it to her thinking that she will clean. Even after denying her, she forced me and ordered me to remove. I did but as that was my nightdress on which I used to masturbate and she got it. Next night, she asked why was I wearing the same dress. That’s too stiff.
I told sorry again. Then, she asked some personal questions like are you feeling good after doing this, how many times you used to masturbate in a week, do I have a girlfriend in this town etc. My day changed and we were close now and I got a gut to wear a towel in front of her.
Sometimes when I was in my room with the only brief, she entered without a knock and saw my semi erected tool. Things went fine until one day. When she failed the visa formalities, her husband scolded like anything. That day, she told me to order some wine so that she will drink and feel good.
We ordered and she prepared some food and we sat and enjoyed. After 1 glass, she told, ” you are better than my husband. At least, you are with me and treating me as best buddy but that motherfucker went away from me since the last 3 years and doesn’t care about my needs” and started crying. As a friend, I gave my shoulder and told, “no need to cry, you can crack the formalities and meet him one day”. Later, she kept her head on my lap. And immediately my tool got erect and she felt it.
Later she told, “if I beg something can you give?”. I told “ok, ask first”. For which she told “give me one day pleasure. I am hungry for it”. I told it’s wrong and she was married. But she didn’t listen to anything and entered her hand and held my ball.
I feel good but bad at the same time. I started kissing her lips and face and she started to enjoy my tongue so roughly. And without saying anything, I started to undress her and press her boob and suck like a child and she enjoyed.
For teasing, I stopped immediately and sat in the other place. And saw her face got sad. She told “please, help me for a day. I will never request the same again”. After listening to this line, I felt sad that I will miss this chance again. Then, like a ghost, I started kissing her.
We fuck for at least 10 mins and then I lied on the bed and told her to suck my penis. Likewise, we made love for each other in different positions for a long time. Then I put all my juice in her mouth and we felt tired and slept without wearing any dress.
After a while, she woke up and called me. After that, she asked for the sex again that night since she was recovering from a hangover and listening to this line, I was shocked to the core of my heart. I did not respond her and we kept silence for some time.
And aging she asked me to please give me time. I feel a bit of hangover. I want this again for one last time and started to lick my penis. Again we made love for a long time. She was blushing and smiling happily. Then, I kiss her for a while and slept nude that day.
In the morning, I woke up late and saw her wearing a red color saree with all her ornaments for which I asked if it was some kind of occasion. She told, “no, I got my second husband who is the best for me. I am waiting for you to worship today”. I felt emotional for some time and kissed her.
From that day, she used to wait eagerly for my return from the office. She prepared all my favorite food, we slept in a single room. But we never go outside together as she has her own reputation. I don’t want to destroy that.
Sometimes, we fight but that was also in a loving way. I stayed for 1year and later I moved to Mumbai. Till now, she didn’t get a visa to meet her husband and sometimes, I used to come to her place and stayed there at her home and sometimes I call her to Mumbai. We love together for a long time.
I told her to keep some pg members for the rent but she told that she was with me and don’t want to keep any third person in her life. “I have one official husband but in my mind and in heart, I have 2 husbands. She kept worshiping for me every day. Nowadays she wears Sindur on daily basis. Even in her place, they don’t use to wear.
Again I came to Ahmedabad and we started to enjoy one another. This is my real story. Please drop me emails, if you like it. [email protected]