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I hate going anonymous for this, because in a sick perverse kind of way, I am actually proud of it. Anonymity is only because I am now married to an extremely conservative and possessive wife. I am from India and more specifically from Gujarat. Ever since I moved to this state I had heard rumours that it is the “extra marital affair” capital of the country. The main reason being that a majority of the population run businesses meaning in a majority of the households the men were away from work, earning for their women and family and the wives got bored and got adventurous.

Anyway, I was a fresh MBA trying to cut my teeth in a typical Sales job which required more travelling than I could handle. This one day I get stuck in a part of Gujarat which has no public transport in sight at even 2 pm in the afternoon. I see a white hatchback making its way down the road and I signal for a ride. It stops and I am surprised to see a lady in her mid to late 30s in the car. She asked me where I was going and said she would drop me.

She was not what you would call outgoing or extremely fair but she was dusky, slightly chubby and short and very confident. I loved the way her hair kept falling on her face when she drove and she had a neat pony tail. What made matters better (alluring) was that she was wearing a saree and some of her (very) curvy waist was showing. I behaved like a gentleman and exchanged pleasantries. She spoke mostly asking what I did and how long I was working and where I was from. Thankfully my home city was only 90 kms from where she lived and this was fine by me. She said she too marketed herbal products and I should try them. She also told me she had 2 kids and a husband who usually toured the country. Perfect. She was genuinely sweet and I asked her, why she stopped for a stranger and she said, since I was dressed in formals and young (nearly 15 years) she thought it was ok. I looked safe.

She dropped me and left but I carried her memories to my bed. I have never fantasised so much about anyone. I had her number but I had no idea what to say or do. I was a single guy who had had just one girlfriend and here I was dreaming of having a married lady?!? Anyway, one day I got up the courage to call and she picked up. I reminded her who I was and she remembered. Before I could say much she told me she was coming to my city for some work. I was too happy to hear that. I live with my mom which meant if things progressed we would have to go to a hotel, but I didn’t keep my hopes too high. I still rubbed my palms in glee. I mean if a married woman is telling me she wants to meet up, surely it means she too has made some plans.

Fast forward to the day she arrived and I picked her up from the train station. She was wearing loose white top and black leggings. I got a boner! Thankfully I could hide it. I took her shopping and after buying a cute looking top for her what I finally wanted happened in the mall parking lot. Luckily my car was parked well behind a few rows and since we had started casually flirting – holding hands and all, I got the courage to ask her if I could kiss her and she leaned on me and kissed me. Man her mouth felt wet and the way her tongue moved made me shiver. This was an experienced hot woman, who knew exactly what she was doing to my body!

I grabbed her extra large bosom (40 c) and squeezed them like there was no tomorrow. I slid my hand inside her top and slowly rubbed her nipple. She stopped kissing me and moaned while closing her eyes and looking up in pleasure. The car smelt of us and I was foggy eyed after about 2 mins. We both somehow composed ourselves and I wanted to bring her home but my house wasn’t empty and she somehow didn’t like the idea of going to a hotel. My virginity would not be lost that day. Still no bummer, she was mine and we had gotten past my inhibitions that she liked me. She had very little inhibitions as I found out later in the day. We left the mall and headed to a relatively empty coffee shop and took a table near the corner. My keen eyes scoped around while we proceeded to make out there as well. She gave me a long slow kiss and licked and flicked my amateur tongue like only she can. We had our coffee and some more of each other and sadly she had to leave.

I promised myself that the next time I would be more assertive. I knew I didn’t love her but I knew I had an amazing thing going here. By every definition she was a MILF and he loved being desired by a younger guy.

Fast forward a couple of months and my mom goes on a vacation to meet her cousin to Delhi for a month. I call my dream lady and tell her of this development. She knows what this means and we make a plan to meet on a weekday. I take a leave, buy a condom (awkward), trim my pubes and spray room freshener all inside the house. Like clockwork she arrives and I whisk her away to my place. I act confident and she looks beautiful. She had made an effort to look even better this time. We reach home and I fumble with the keys. She lets out that embarrassed cute laugh. It wasn’t that we leapt on each other as soon as we closed the door. She made me wait, she made tea and we had biscuits along with that tea and I kept catching her stealing glances at my cock. We weren’t talking about anything sexual and I was somehow relatively flaccid! Then she suddenly moved close and hugged me. We were sitting on my bed so it was an awkward sideways sort of hug but it crushing those juicy breasts against my chest made me hard, very hard! We kissed like teenagers and I opened her hair. Being a gentleman I asked to remove her top which she did hesitantly. Maybe she did that to add flavour. It was a really good move. When I ripped off her bra and finally saw the first pair of real ** I was amazed. She was dusky and a bit heavy and her ** were smooth like the rest of her. Her dark areolas staring back at me, asking me the one question she spoke “you wont take them?”. I must have gone insane, biting and sucking them. I alternated between 30 second intervals and ravaged them like a mad man. I remember trying to handle them with one ** in each hand but they were more than a handful. She had to keep telling me in a soft voice to be “gentle”. I bit her more when she said that. My mouth got sore and I stopped. The I saw her piece de resistance, her fully shaved curvy meaty thighs leading to a bushless ****! I couldn’t understand where to start. I have had a fetish for looking at thighs and yes BBWs have always fascinated me. I grabbed her and threw her on the bed. I even murmured something idiotic like she looked like a curvier swimsuit model. She laughed again and I licked her thighs like I was licking an ice candy. Heck I knew the **** was waiting but I couldn’t help myself. All those years of trying to get a glimpse when a chick wore hot pants or mini skirts and here an goddess was presenting them to me on a platter. I finally moved to her **** and she told me to enter. I did. Now if you are expecting me to tell you I humped her like a stallion and left her walking with a limp, then you are far from the truth. This is a real life experience and I remember being so excited that I went “LIMP”. Yes I got nervous and couldn’t perform.

She was so sweet that she asked me, “you cant do it can you? Its ok, this happens to some guys the first time”. I tried a few more times but nada. We lay next to each other, naked, sweating and made out for a while. Soon she took a shower and dressed up. I knew this was my cue. I did the same. We had some food at my place and I dropped her to her bus. She was nice enough to tell me that it happens and this doesn’t mean she wont meet me again.

Fast forward a few months and I had the house to myself again and I had her to myself again. We got extra kinky this time. In a performance I had never expected from her, she rode me cowgirl style and even received a call from her husband while she was riding me! Yes she took the call on her phone while riding me. She never broke the rhythm of ****ing nor did she take any unnecessary pauses while talking to him. This gave me some sort of superhuman happiness (that’s the best I can say) and I ****ed her the best I could. I didn’t cumm in her but that didn’t matter. We both enjoyed then took a shower together where she again gave me a handjob.

We met a few times in the future again, but she had started getting bored of me. We lost touch for an year and then I got married. I am not ashamed to say that I still imagine my goddess and even writing this article I have checked her number twice on my phone and stopped myself from calling her. You see for a virgin guy to have the opportunity to live the life we see in the porn films for 30 mins, it was like dying and going to heaven.

I will never forget her as she was my first and I will always want to **** her because she is the sexiest woman I know. I know I am not in love with her. I am in lust with her since the past 5 years and I will be till I die.

This is not a figment of my imagination, its the unadulterated truth and I hope one day, i meet her again, not to make love, but just to reminisce.

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I hate going anonymous for this, because in a sick perverse kind of way, I am actually proud of it. Anonymity is only because I am now married to an extremely conservative and possessive wife. I am from India and more specifically from Gujarat. Ever since I moved to this state I had heard rumours that it is the “extra marital affair” capital of the country. The main reason being that a majority of the population run businesses meaning in a majority of the households the men were away from work, earning for their women and family and the wives got bored and got adventurous.

Anyway, I was a fresh MBA trying to cut my teeth in a typical Sales job which required more travelling than I could handle. This one day I get stuck in a part of Gujarat which has no public transport in sight at even 2 pm in the afternoon. I see a white hatchback making its way down the road and I signal for a ride. It stops and I am surprised to see a lady in her mid to late 30s in the car. She asked me where I was going and said she would drop me.

She was not what you would call outgoing or extremely fair but she was dusky, slightly chubby and short and very confident. I loved the way her hair kept falling on her face when she drove and she had a neat pony tail. What made matters better (alluring) was that she was wearing a saree and some of her (very) curvy waist was showing. I behaved like a gentleman and exchanged pleasantries. She spoke mostly asking what I did and how long I was working and where I was from. Thankfully my home city was only 90 kms from where she lived and this was fine by me. She said she too marketed herbal products and I should try them. She also told me she had 2 kids and a husband who usually toured the country. Perfect. She was genuinely sweet and I asked her, why she stopped for a stranger and she said, since I was dressed in formals and young (nearly 15 years) she thought it was ok. I looked safe.

She dropped me and left but I carried her memories to my bed. I have never fantasised so much about anyone. I had her number but I had no idea what to say or do. I was a single guy who had had just one girlfriend and here I was dreaming of having a married lady?!? Anyway, one day I got up the courage to call and she picked up. I reminded her who I was and she remembered. Before I could say much she told me she was coming to my city for some work. I was too happy to hear that. I live with my mom which meant if things progressed we would have to go to a hotel, but I didn’t keep my hopes too high. I still rubbed my palms in glee. I mean if a married woman is telling me she wants to meet up, surely it means she too has made some plans.

Fast forward to the day she arrived and I picked her up from the train station. She was wearing loose white top and black leggings. I got a boner! Thankfully I could hide it. I took her shopping and after buying a cute looking top for her what I finally wanted happened in the mall parking lot. Luckily my car was parked well behind a few rows and since we had started casually flirting – holding hands and all, I got the courage to ask her if I could kiss her and she leaned on me and kissed me. Man her mouth felt wet and the way her tongue moved made me shiver. This was an experienced hot woman, who knew exactly what she was doing to my body!

I grabbed her extra large bosom (40 c) and squeezed them like there was no tomorrow. I slid my hand inside her top and slowly rubbed her nipple. She stopped kissing me and moaned while closing her eyes and looking up in pleasure. The car smelt of us and I was foggy eyed after about 2 mins. We both somehow composed ourselves and I wanted to bring her home but my house wasn’t empty and she somehow didn’t like the idea of going to a hotel. My virginity would not be lost that day. Still no bummer, she was mine and we had gotten past my inhibitions that she liked me. She had very little inhibitions as I found out later in the day. We left the mall and headed to a relatively empty coffee shop and took a table near the corner. My keen eyes scoped around while we proceeded to make out there as well. She gave me a long slow kiss and licked and flicked my amateur tongue like only she can. We had our coffee and some more of each other and sadly she had to leave.

I promised myself that the next time I would be more assertive. I knew I didn’t love her but I knew I had an amazing thing going here. By every definition she was a MILF and he loved being desired by a younger guy.

Fast forward a couple of months and my mom goes on a vacation to meet her cousin to Delhi for a month. I call my dream lady and tell her of this development. She knows what this means and we make a plan to meet on a weekday. I take a leave, buy a condom (awkward), trim my pubes and spray room freshener all inside the house. Like clockwork she arrives and I whisk her away to my place. I act confident and she looks beautiful. She had made an effort to look even better this time. We reach home and I fumble with the keys. She lets out that embarrassed cute laugh. It wasn’t that we leapt on each other as soon as we closed the door. She made me wait, she made tea and we had biscuits along with that tea and I kept catching her stealing glances at my cock. We weren’t talking about anything sexual and I was somehow relatively flaccid! Then she suddenly moved close and hugged me. We were sitting on my bed so it was an awkward sideways sort of hug but it crushing those juicy breasts against my chest made me hard, very hard! We kissed like teenagers and I opened her hair. Being a gentleman I asked to remove her top which she did hesitantly. Maybe she did that to add flavour. It was a really good move. When I ripped off her bra and finally saw the first pair of real ** I was amazed. She was dusky and a bit heavy and her ** were smooth like the rest of her. Her dark areolas staring back at me, asking me the one question she spoke “you wont take them?”. I must have gone insane, biting and sucking them. I alternated between 30 second intervals and ravaged them like a mad man. I remember trying to handle them with one ** in each hand but they were more than a handful. She had to keep telling me in a soft voice to be “gentle”. I bit her more when she said that. My mouth got sore and I stopped. The I saw her piece de resistance, her fully shaved curvy meaty thighs leading to a bushless ****! I couldn’t understand where to start. I have had a fetish for looking at thighs and yes BBWs have always fascinated me. I grabbed her and threw her on the bed. I even murmured something idiotic like she looked like a curvier swimsuit model. She laughed again and I licked her thighs like I was licking an ice candy. Heck I knew the **** was waiting but I couldn’t help myself. All those years of trying to get a glimpse when a chick wore hot pants or mini skirts and here an goddess was presenting them to me on a platter. I finally moved to her **** and she told me to enter. I did. Now if you are expecting me to tell you I humped her like a stallion and left her walking with a limp, then you are far from the truth. This is a real life experience and I remember being so excited that I went “LIMP”. Yes I got nervous and couldn’t perform.

She was so sweet that she asked me, “you cant do it can you? Its ok, this happens to some guys the first time”. I tried a few more times but nada. We lay next to each other, naked, sweating and made out for a while. Soon she took a shower and dressed up. I knew this was my cue. I did the same. We had some food at my place and I dropped her to her bus. She was nice enough to tell me that it happens and this doesn’t mean she wont meet me again.

Fast forward a few months and I had the house to myself again and I had her to myself again. We got extra kinky this time. In a performance I had never expected from her, she rode me cowgirl style and even received a call from her husband while she was riding me! Yes she took the call on her phone while riding me. She never broke the rhythm of ****ing nor did she take any unnecessary pauses while talking to him. This gave me some sort of superhuman happiness (that’s the best I can say) and I ****ed her the best I could. I didn’t cumm in her but that didn’t matter. We both enjoyed then took a shower together where she again gave me a handjob.

We met a few times in the future again, but she had started getting bored of me. We lost touch for an year and then I got married. I am not ashamed to say that I still imagine my goddess and even writing this article I have checked her number twice on my phone and stopped myself from calling her. You see for a virgin guy to have the opportunity to live the life we see in the porn films for 30 mins, it was like dying and going to heaven.

I will never forget her as she was my first and I will always want to **** her because she is the sexiest woman I know. I know I am not in love with her. I am in lust with her since the past 5 years and I will be till I die.

This is not a figment of my imagination, its the unadulterated truth and I hope one day, i meet her again, not to make love, but just to reminisce.

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I hate going anonymous for this, because in a sick perverse kind of way, I am actually proud of it. Anonymity is only because I am now married to an extremely conservative and possessive wife. I am from India and more specifically from Gujarat. Ever since I moved to this state I had heard rumours that it is the “extra marital affair” capital of the country. The main reason being that a majority of the population run businesses meaning in a majority of the households the men were away from work, earning for their women and family and the wives got bored and got adventurous.

Anyway, I was a fresh MBA trying to cut my teeth in a typical Sales job which required more travelling than I could handle. This one day I get stuck in a part of Gujarat which has no public transport in sight at even 2 pm in the afternoon. I see a white hatchback making its way down the road and I signal for a ride. It stops and I am surprised to see a lady in her mid to late 30s in the car. She asked me where I was going and said she would drop me.

She was not what you would call outgoing or extremely fair but she was dusky, slightly chubby and short and very confident. I loved the way her hair kept falling on her face when she drove and she had a neat pony tail. What made matters better (alluring) was that she was wearing a saree and some of her (very) curvy waist was showing. I behaved like a gentleman and exchanged pleasantries. She spoke mostly asking what I did and how long I was working and where I was from. Thankfully my home city was only 90 kms from where she lived and this was fine by me. She said she too marketed herbal products and I should try them. She also told me she had 2 kids and a husband who usually toured the country. Perfect. She was genuinely sweet and I asked her, why she stopped for a stranger and she said, since I was dressed in formals and young (nearly 15 years) she thought it was ok. I looked safe.

She dropped me and left but I carried her memories to my bed. I have never fantasised so much about anyone. I had her number but I had no idea what to say or do. I was a single guy who had had just one girlfriend and here I was dreaming of having a married lady?!? Anyway, one day I got up the courage to call and she picked up. I reminded her who I was and she remembered. Before I could say much she told me she was coming to my city for some work. I was too happy to hear that. I live with my mom which meant if things progressed we would have to go to a hotel, but I didn’t keep my hopes too high. I still rubbed my palms in glee. I mean if a married woman is telling me she wants to meet up, surely it means she too has made some plans.

Fast forward to the day she arrived and I picked her up from the train station. She was wearing loose white top and black leggings. I got a boner! Thankfully I could hide it. I took her shopping and after buying a cute looking top for her what I finally wanted happened in the mall parking lot. Luckily my car was parked well behind a few rows and since we had started casually flirting – holding hands and all, I got the courage to ask her if I could kiss her and she leaned on me and kissed me. Man her mouth felt wet and the way her tongue moved made me shiver. This was an experienced hot woman, who knew exactly what she was doing to my body!

I grabbed her extra large bosom (40 c) and squeezed them like there was no tomorrow. I slid my hand inside her top and slowly rubbed her nipple. She stopped kissing me and moaned while closing her eyes and looking up in pleasure. The car smelt of us and I was foggy eyed after about 2 mins. We both somehow composed ourselves and I wanted to bring her home but my house wasn’t empty and she somehow didn’t like the idea of going to a hotel. My virginity would not be lost that day. Still no bummer, she was mine and we had gotten past my inhibitions that she liked me. She had very little inhibitions as I found out later in the day. We left the mall and headed to a relatively empty coffee shop and took a table near the corner. My keen eyes scoped around while we proceeded to make out there as well. She gave me a long slow kiss and licked and flicked my amateur tongue like only she can. We had our coffee and some more of each other and sadly she had to leave.

I promised myself that the next time I would be more assertive. I knew I didn’t love her but I knew I had an amazing thing going here. By every definition she was a MILF and he loved being desired by a younger guy.

Fast forward a couple of months and my mom goes on a vacation to meet her cousin to Delhi for a month. I call my dream lady and tell her of this development. She knows what this means and we make a plan to meet on a weekday. I take a leave, buy a condom (awkward), trim my pubes and spray room freshener all inside the house. Like clockwork she arrives and I whisk her away to my place. I act confident and she looks beautiful. She had made an effort to look even better this time. We reach home and I fumble with the keys. She lets out that embarrassed cute laugh. It wasn’t that we leapt on each other as soon as we closed the door. She made me wait, she made tea and we had biscuits along with that tea and I kept catching her stealing glances at my cock. We weren’t talking about anything sexual and I was somehow relatively flaccid! Then she suddenly moved close and hugged me. We were sitting on my bed so it was an awkward sideways sort of hug but it crushing those juicy breasts against my chest made me hard, very hard! We kissed like teenagers and I opened her hair. Being a gentleman I asked to remove her top which she did hesitantly. Maybe she did that to add flavour. It was a really good move. When I ripped off her bra and finally saw the first pair of real ** I was amazed. She was dusky and a bit heavy and her ** were smooth like the rest of her. Her dark areolas staring back at me, asking me the one question she spoke “you wont take them?”. I must have gone insane, biting and sucking them. I alternated between 30 second intervals and ravaged them like a mad man. I remember trying to handle them with one ** in each hand but they were more than a handful. She had to keep telling me in a soft voice to be “gentle”. I bit her more when she said that. My mouth got sore and I stopped. The I saw her piece de resistance, her fully shaved curvy meaty thighs leading to a bushless ****! I couldn’t understand where to start. I have had a fetish for looking at thighs and yes BBWs have always fascinated me. I grabbed her and threw her on the bed. I even murmured something idiotic like she looked like a curvier swimsuit model. She laughed again and I licked her thighs like I was licking an ice candy. Heck I knew the **** was waiting but I couldn’t help myself. All those years of trying to get a glimpse when a chick wore hot pants or mini skirts and here an goddess was presenting them to me on a platter. I finally moved to her **** and she told me to enter. I did. Now if you are expecting me to tell you I humped her like a stallion and left her walking with a limp, then you are far from the truth. This is a real life experience and I remember being so excited that I went “LIMP”. Yes I got nervous and couldn’t perform.

She was so sweet that she asked me, “you cant do it can you? Its ok, this happens to some guys the first time”. I tried a few more times but nada. We lay next to each other, naked, sweating and made out for a while. Soon she took a shower and dressed up. I knew this was my cue. I did the same. We had some food at my place and I dropped her to her bus. She was nice enough to tell me that it happens and this doesn’t mean she wont meet me again.

Fast forward a few months and I had the house to myself again and I had her to myself again. We got extra kinky this time. In a performance I had never expected from her, she rode me cowgirl style and even received a call from her husband while she was riding me! Yes she took the call on her phone while riding me. She never broke the rhythm of ****ing nor did she take any unnecessary pauses while talking to him. This gave me some sort of superhuman happiness (that’s the best I can say) and I ****ed her the best I could. I didn’t cumm in her but that didn’t matter. We both enjoyed then took a shower together where she again gave me a handjob.

We met a few times in the future again, but she had started getting bored of me. We lost touch for an year and then I got married. I am not ashamed to say that I still imagine my goddess and even writing this article I have checked her number twice on my phone and stopped myself from calling her. You see for a virgin guy to have the opportunity to live the life we see in the porn films for 30 mins, it was like dying and going to heaven.

I will never forget her as she was my first and I will always want to **** her because she is the sexiest woman I know. I know I am not in love with her. I am in lust with her since the past 5 years and I will be till I die.

This is not a figment of my imagination, its the unadulterated truth and I hope one day, i meet her again, not to make love, but just to reminisce.

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