I do not know whether my writing to going to stir a hornest’s nest but then I thought of sharing my private life with you readers of desipapa.com. I was never interested in reading stories published on this site and I never knew such a site ever existed. A chance talk with my close friend changed all this. My friend Rekha used to visit these sites and get satisfied after reading some of the stories as she too was not getting enough from her husband. In fact my thoughts of writing this story could be because of this reason. The chief protagonist of this story is the one who had satisfied Rekha earlier and wow what a person he was. Very humble down to earth and very open and frank person.

Readers a short introduction about me. My name is Latha a resident of Bangalore after my marriage to Krishnan. I am originally from Mumbai and after marriage a year and a half back I have now settled down in Namma Bangalore. I am very good looking, fairly tall around 5.6 in height and having a good and shapely body and my size would read like Ripley’s believe it or not. It was 36 26 36. I am not going to boost about my shape but right from my young days I used to be good looking and when I was 6-7 of age I was a very chubby little girl. By the time I attained puberty at the age of 14 years I started to feel a bit awkward with my shape and decided to do something about it. I started to go on walks. I also cut down on all fatty and oily food and avoided chocolates even though they were my favorite during my younger days. By the time I reached 16-17 years and started attending college, students used to stare at me and my body. I was a very bold girl and very friendly too. Because of my upbringing I used to wear the usual dress like salwar, t shirt and jeans, long skirts. I never wore any skimpy clothes which would invite the wrath of my parents. Even though I enjoyed all the freedom from my parents being the only child I never used them to my advantage and was always respectful to their thoughts and feelings. I finished my PG in commerce and then did my MBA in Business management. By the time I was 25 years old I got job and started to work. I worked for 5-6 years in Miumbai before my marriage at the age of 31 years. I can say that compared to my mother I was married late in life but then marriage was never in my mind. I wanted to achieve something in life so kept working but the pressure from parents and relatives finally forced me to take this decision and I got married in early 2008 at the age of 31. Today I am close to 33 and my husband Krishnan is 40 years old. My husband is working as a VP in a MNC company in Bangalore. We are a happily married couple and have our own house. My husband has provided me with all the earthly benefits and I too have no complains excepting for one or two. After marriage we had decided to have some nice time atleast for a year or two and then think about children. This is just a short synopsis about me and my husband.

When I came to Bangalore and settled down in my new surrounding I was feeling totally lost and depressed as my hubby Krishnan used to leave for work at about 8 in the morning and come back at 8 or sometime even 9. I used to sometime think this is what marriage will bring? My thoughts went back few years when I had told my parents that I don’t want to get married. But then who listen’s to u. I like a dutiful girl respected my parents and tied the nuptial knot. I don’t regret but when I came to Bangalore and the first few days were very tough. After a fortnight Krishnan took leave and we went on honeymoon to Singapore and Bangkok. It was wonderful visiting such exotic locales in the South east Asia. We came back after 10-12 days. After coming back the daily routine started and I was back to square one. In that time I befriended a lady Rekha who was staying besides my house. Then my thoughts changed and I started to enjoy life in Bangalore. We used to go out often shopping, seeing movies and keep chatting for several hours in her or my house. In this way life used to go on and by the time it was one year. My husband Krishnan gifted me a very costly diamond ring and also a gold chain and that night we visited a good restaurant ,had a candle light dinner. After coming back from hotel we had a good fucking session in the house and tried some funny and audacious styles like fucking on the dining table, kitchen platform, balcony. I never knew that u can get fucked in so many styles. I had heard of missionary style from my mother and also of men suckling the boobs. This was the traditional way of fucking in early days but with time everything has changed and people’s perception towards intercourse has also gone many changes.

Life was going on and the one day Krishnan told me that he has been given the charge of Int. market mainly the African market and he will be visiting these markets regularly. From here onwards started my boring days.Krishnan used to be out most of the times and I used to feel frustrated and bored sitting in the house alone. Even though Rekha was there for company but then when dusk settled down it used to be tough sitting all alone in the house and spending time in loneliness. In between I even went to Mumbai for 10 days and came back but my frustration was increasing by the day. To be frank I wanted sex as most of the time I was deprived of it. Krishnan even when in Bangalore used to hardly show any interest in sex as his priority was work and work and more work. When ever he used to feel like we used to have sex but it was not a top priority for him. I used to hardly get any enjoyment with the type of sex life we led. This bought in more frustration and I began to show it on him and get angry with him whenever he used to go abroad. He used to be kind to me during such time and explained me the necessity of his going. I took it down with a pinch of salt but the thoughts of not enjoying sex life used to hurt me. I was not an old lady who did not need sex but a young lady of 33 years and at peak of sexual desire. I did speak to Rekha on this issue and she then suggested me to try a guy Ramesh who is middle aged and does this for the sake of pleasure and passion. She informed me that at first he will have a chat with u and after knowing you and your desire he will come if u need him. I asked Rekha how can I get satisfaction from a middle aged guy and then she explained that men at that age are more romantic, subtle and more caring for the ladies. Ramesh is a good guy and very decent and known to me. I have enjoyed with him on few occasions and I don’t regret doing it. I too had a very boring sexual life like u but after chatting and meeting Ramesh, my sex life has totally changed. I have even managed to change my husband and now we enjoy our sex life. Just try him for once and see and if u find him good then u can have a second time too. Maybe he might teach u some new techniques to enjoy sex life. He did teach me some techniques which made some impact on the way we do sex. I now began to think seriously about this matter as my sexual urge was getting better of me. I took his mail id from Rekha and sent him a mail giving Rekh’s reference and wow I immediately got his response. We began chatting the same day and after a few friendly chats knowing each other’s likes and dislikes we began to have some horny and sexy chats. Everyday he used to come as a different person and take me to different places and we used to chat as if we were doing it physically. During the chat I used to be sitting naked in front of the laptop and visualizing it I used to masturbate a lot. I kept thinking that Ramesh is fucking me and many a times I felt as if his lund is deep into my pussy and almost touching my pelvic bone inside. I used to be very hot and my whole body used to erupt chatting with him. Now I couldn’t wait any longer. Krishnan told me that for few days he is going Kenya . I just grabbed this opportunity and then while chatting with Ramesh told him to come on a Saturday evening so that we can spend the whole night together.

The d day arrived and from morning itself I was feeling very nervous and also excited too. I felt as if something is going on inside my pussy and felt like fingering it. I went to the washroom and started to finger my own pussy by putting my fingers deep inside and also touching the cervical walls of the vagina. I masturbated about 2-3times and then began pressing my boobs too. I was totally off my senses and sometimes wondered what I was doing here. Then I started to watch some xxx movies on my dvd. I kept watching the movie imagining about Ramesh and the time I am going to spend today.  It was almost 6 in the evening and I kept looking at the watch every second and felt that time was moving forward very slowly. I poured a drink for me and wanted to be as free as possible with him. Around 7.30 pm the door bell rang and I just rushed to the door and opened it.

My eyes looked straight at the man who was standing in front of me. He introduced himself as Ramesh a net friend with whom I was chatting daily for the last 10 days. I just stood dazed and did not what to tell but somehow gathered enough courage and strength and welcomed him inside the house. Now Ramesh as Rekha had explained is a middle aged man roughly about 43-44 years old and very fair and tall about 5.9. He wears glasses and was a handsome guy. After he entered we exchanged some pleasantries and sat down on the sofa. He had a very good body too. After talking to him for some more time I asked Ramesh what drink should  I pour for him He informed me that he will not mind having some wine for company, I also requested him that I am going to have some red wine if he does not mind.  We started to have our drinks along with some snacks. As I was already on my third round I felt a bit tipsy. I felt like dancing with him. Just while chatting I casually asked Ramesh if u have ever danced. He nodded in negative but I told him why don’t u try with me. Can I have the pleasure of dancing with you I requested I dimmed all the lights in the house and kept a few hanging lights in one corner going. The mood in the house was simply great and irresistible and apt for the occasion. I played some soft romantic numbers from old hindi films. Ramesh hesitatingly came to the floor and I showed him few steps of dance all alone. He was standing and watching my steps. I generally don’t drink a lot but since was nervousness in me I wanted to forget everything and enjoy the evening.

After that we seemed to dance every one only stopping to have him get us another round of drinks or take a breather while we talked. The hours went by fast and I found him to be very charming, Later as the night went on I began to relax and found myself enjoying him so close to me. I started to look forward to each slow dance. It felt good to be held so close as we swayed with the rhythm of the music. One problem though was his muscular body was rubbing so close to the thinly covered material on my breasts it was stimulating me and causing a renewed tingling sensation in my panties. I just hadn’t expected this sensitivity since I never usually go bra-less. My breasts have always been very sensitive and my husband knows it’s the quickest way to get me hot. Several times as we sat and talked I knew he must have accidentally gotten a view of my sexy matching panties as the shiny material tightly covered my mound. I was embarrassed and worried that he could see how wet I was getting. My god, I was getting turned on dancing with this man. I wasn’t the only one who noticed. I looked up and saw Ramesh staring down at the shiny material covering my nipples and realized that they were erect and sticking through like bullets. I could feel the blood rush through my face as I blushed. Several times in the evening I had to excuse myself to go to the restroom. I was really surprised at myself for reacting this way because I’ve never considered being with anyone other than my husband. I brushed it off as just the side affect of the hormones in the body and after all, it had been a long six weeks. The drinks were also making me more uninhibited. When we danced again he reached around me and began to caress my ass as we swayed together. I didn’t resist. I could tell he enjoyed the feeling of the spandex dress against the shiny panties covering my tight bottom, because I could feel his his growing erection begin to press against my flat tummy. I couldn’t tell how big it was but knew it must be much bigger than my husband. I wondered to myself as we swayed what a big cock might feel like and began rubbing myself against it, until to my disappointment, the music ended. I was getting very drunk. When I told Ramesh I needed to go to the bedroom he insisted I wait a while until I sobered up a little. I have to admit I was having trouble walking. I told him I wanted to call my husband and speak to him. He agreed and we began walking to the bedroom. We laughed again as he bowed and assured me he was a gentlemen. I really didn’t want to try to walk any more so I convinced myself it was innocent enough and we went to the room. Once inside, I stood trying to dial the phone to call Krishnan. I was feeling better but was still rather unsteady and felt Ramesh standing behind me to balance me when I dialed. As it rang Ramesh gently rubbed the sides of my hips.

When he didn’t answer I turned to tell Ramesh and the next thing I new his mouth was touching mine. His lips were unlike those of my husbands, and even though I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, I opened my mouth and we began kissing. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and pulled me close as he began to rub my bottom again. It felt sooo good. He whispered his apology in my ear and told me he was having trouble controlling himself because I looked so hot as I stood there swaying in that tight dress. He said Krishnan was a very lucky man to have a woman who looked and dressed like me and that he was sorry that I didn’t want him, but he also understood. Boy, he really knew what to say, and he was such a gentleman about it! And I was so horny! I told him that it wasn’t that I didn’t want to, but I was married and couldn’t get carried away. I don’t know why but, I had to kiss him again. I opened my mouth to feel his tongue once more before I left. Six weeks was so long. I was just getting ready to break away again when he began to gently stroke my left breast through the soft shiny material of my dress. My Achilles heel. It felt so good it made my knees weak. I convinced myself that it was just a little harmless petting, something I had done with other guys while still in college. Krishnan would never know. Just a little harmless thrill. It felt so good I had to let him continue. He pulled the top of my dress down a little exposing my nipples further as we kissed. He began to gently roll them between his fingertips as I rubbed his muscular chest. This man was gorgeous. When he unzipped the back of my dress and pulled my breasts out of the top to lick and suck them it startled me. I started to pull away so he increased his sucking to a point it felt to good to stop. I just couldn’t beleive what I was doing and my mind was racing so fast. My knees started getting weak and I had to sit down on the edge of the bed. Just a little longer I told myself, after all it had been six weeks. For some reason it was such an exciting thrill to be this naughty with someone other than my husband. We lay back on the bed and I could feel his hands begin to caress the silkiness of my inner thighs. When I didn’t resist his hand pulled the hem of my dress up and I could feel him softly begin massaging my pussy through the material. Direct contact, this is what I needed. I moaned. His hands pushed my legs farther apart and he gently cupped the soft moistness of my cunt through my panties. I thought I would wet my pants right there. It felt so good. I figured I would let him do this for a few minutes more and then I would have to make him stop. Ramesh pulled the crotch of my panties aside and his hand was now inside with one of his fingers moving into the tight opening of my cunt. As my pussy got wetter and hotter he just continued to insert more fingers.

Finally I moaned, “Ramesh we have to stop, please!, I’m getting so hot, I shouldn’t be here!” He responded by moving his mouth down my stomach and began to mouth the shiny material of my panties over my clit. My God! He was going to eat my pussy, something my husband has never done! When he began to pull off my panties I finally stopped him and told him we were getting carried away and I couldn’t let that happen. He said he understood and again promised he wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want him to do and would stop when I said so. He promised me no one would know. With that assurance I lifted my hips to let him pull my panties the rest of the way off. I just had to feel this sensation of his mouth on my opening. I lay back and he began by slowly kissing the area around my labia before he began to lick my very wet cunt lips and clit. While he did this he continued to pinch my nipples and move his fingers inside of me. I was in ecstasy as it was everything I imagined it would be. He knew just what to do with a woman. Before long I began to feel my orgasm build within me. I looked forward to the release that had been building for so long. Krishnan very rarely makes me come so I was really looking forward to it and told myself I would stop afterwards. I needed it too bad. I was getting so hot now I was moaning very loudly and didn’t even notice him remove his pants and move up between my legs. When I felt his lips touch mine I opened my eyes to see Ramesh above me and looked down to see him guiding his huge cock in between my quivering cunt lips. It was enormous and nearly twice the size of my husbands. I trembled at the huge size as he began to push the fat knob of the head into me. “Ramesh no, stop, we can’t..I’m not protected!”, I screamed. His next response surprised me, “I promise I’ll pull out..please…I have to feel inside of you for just a few moments, oh you, yes….feel…so gooood!”, and he continued to piston a few more inches into me. I was horrified, He wasn’t going to stop!!! He was going to fuck me! I protested again, “No, Ramesh please!, don’t please, please! I begged, “I can’t…..not today….I’m ovuulatttingggg.. ooohhhhhnnnoooo!”. I tried to squeeze my legs together, but I was too close, I was starting to cum already as he sank in further, stretching my cunt lips apart, already more than ever before. My body then betrayed me as my hips began to push and move against him with my building orgasm. I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t even speak. I could only moan and push back as he began to fuck me towards climax. He thrust in and out, sinking deeper into my pussy with every push until finally his entire shaft was into the hilt filling me completly. His pubic bone ground flat against mine. I started to mouth a protest again when I felt his huge shaft push even deeper until it touched my cervix at the opening of my womb. That did it. I exploded in my first real orgasm ever I thought I was going to pass out as wave upon wave of pleasure went through my body. When I finally recovered I realized my pussy had adjusted to his huge size and his massive cock was sliding smoothly in and out of my wet slit.

All thoughts of my husband and my unprotected eggs were gone. I was in love with his huge cock. My body finally had what it had been waiting for all night. I was moaning as he slammed himself into me, bucking with the pure pleasure his cock was giving me. It was fantastic having such a large, powerful forbidden cock inside me, and I felt my second climax building up in my stomach very quickly. I was going to come again! Ramesh’s thrusting then got stronger and I realized he was about to come too. I was somewhat disappointed because I knew he would have to pull out before I came again. I was so close. Then I felt it. The feeling that I’ve yearned for again every day. I was somewhat disappointed because I knew he would have to pull out before I came again. I was so close. Then I felt it. The feeling that I’ve yearned for again every day since that moment. His whole body lurched forward and I felt the tip of his penis smash against my cervix. He groaned loudly and shot the first spurt of his semen deep within me. My god, he wasn’t pulling out! He was coming inside of me ! I was filled with both the feelings of ecstasy and absolute terror. I tried to push him off, but it was too late. His hands were holding down mine and he was pushing into me with all the strength and intensity of his orgasm. What really surprised me is it felt so incredible! When my husband comes it just dribbles out of him. But with Sunel I could feel his hot sperm literally shooting into me. It fired with enough force and quantity I could literally feel each forbidden jet hit my cervix and penetrate through my womb. “You said you..would pull out!”, I gasped, “Oh…I..can feel it.. your coming…inside me…oh no…..oh no…not.now..oh,..feels..so good.. I’m comming…..ooohhhh.!”, as my hips again involuntarily began to push hard against him. The most intense orgasm I’ve ever had hit me as he continued to thrust and all I could do was grab his ass and pull him into me further. My entire conscience was focused on this pleasure between my legs now and I screamed with the greatest sexual experience of my life. Wave upon wave of ecstacy went through my body as I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me deeper. It was wonderful. I could feel his seed pouring out of me and down the crack of my ass as he kept spurting. I couldn’t believe there was so much of it. As the waves subsided, I could feel the hot warmth of his load spreading out into the depths of my body, searching for my eggs. I just lay there for a moment in a dreamlike state marveling at the feeling of what was happening inside of me. When reality began to return the fear of what I had done returned too. I looked down between my spread out legs to see the shiny coating of his seed as it clung to the shaft of his cock still partially inside of me. What had I done. I began to cry. Ramesh noticed and looked deeply into my eyes as he continued to slowly pump his now shrinking tool. As he did I could feel more of his come oozing out of my swollen pussy. “You said you would pull out……you promised! What if you got me pregnant, your not my husband!”, I whimpered. His response shocked me, “Lata I’m sorry, you looked and felt too good… and I just could’nt control myself. I paused and looked at him. It all became perfectly clear. At that point it didn’t matter anymore. It was done. I could never explain this to my husband. He would never forgive me. Ramesh has filled me with so much of his potent sperm I knew I could get  pregnant with his child As I thought about how crazy all of this was I realized my legs were still wrapped around him and he was still gently thrusting his cock inside of me as he held me down.

It really was a soothing feeling and even when he was soft he was still larger than my husband. I looked up at him and realized my body was starting to respond again. He kissed me again very gently and began softly licking my nipples. To my surprise I could feel his member was beginning to get hard again. My husband had never been able to recover so fast. I knew I had to stop this time, just in case there was a chance it wasn’t too late. I couldn’t be so stupid to let him take me again! I let Ramesh  fuck me once and now he was starting to do it again. But as he continued I realized I couldn’t stop him. I was still very turned on by what I had done. It felt too good. I was getting exactly what I needed and didn’t ever want it to stop. My hips again began to meet each of his thrusts. He released my hands and we began what turned out to be a very slow, even romantic fuck. We continued for a long time as I blocked out all thought of everything except how wonderful his large cock felt pistoning in and out of my wet cunt. His big dick again filled me completely and was stretching my pussy to it’s limits, something I knew that my husband will never be able to do. I had no idea sex with another man could feel so good. As we fucked I had several smaller orgasms that seemed to just run together. I lifted my head up and began to suck the nipples on his chest. After a while Rasmesh panted, “I’m going to come again, should I pull out?” My response still surprises me to this day.

As another orgasm built up inside me I begged, “No, come inside me, I want to to feel it…again..come inside of me…please!” He smiled, kissed me, and picked up his rhythm. Before long he stiffened, and again I felt him shoot an incredible load of his sperm into me as I pushed my cunt up to meet each thrust. I could feel each jet hitting my cervix again which triggered another deep orgasm as it penetrated into my womb. When it hit me, I screamed and clawed at his back. It felt as if the whole world was whirling round; it was so wonderful. Even my nipples burned. God, it felt so wonderfully taboo to think I was letting another man intentionally impregnate me with his child. It was the ultimate betrayal of my husband and I had completely submitted to him in every way. I knew that this betrayal is what excited me and made my orgasm so intense. When he finally rolled off of me and pulled his long cock from my red and swollen pussy I slowly sat up on my elbows and looked down at how totally fucked I looked. My pretty dress was bunched up around my waste and my soaked panties were hanging on one ankle. My pussy was swollen and red and my pubic hair was matted and soaked with his cum. My breasts were red and covered with marks from his intense sucking. But what was really amazing was the river of cum that was oozing from my stretched out opening and pooling on the bed beneath me. I grabbed a pillow and put it under my bottom to help elevate my womb. I wanted to keep it’s warmth inside of me a little longer. I was so opened up as I lay there I wondered if I would ever be able to feel my husbands small cock inside of me again. Ramesh laughed and assured me it would be our secret. After about 20 minutes I staggered to my feet and the cum just ran down the insides of my thighs as I walked. I had never seen anything like it. so I jumped into his shower and cleaned up as well as I could. When I finished I returned to see Ramesh sleeping on the bed with his wonderfully slimy cock lying peacefully across his stomach. I slipped my dress on and pulled up what was left of my panties Then I too went on to sleep holding on to his dick. Morning we got up and I prepared tea and then after having his tea Ramesh left for his house. I should thank Ramesh for giving me the time of my life and would request you ladies to send in your comments. I will reply back to u. Pls leave your mail id for me to reply. The reply can be sent at the foot of this story. U can post your comments there. I assure u that u will definitely receive my reply.