Chitra Kie Jawani

Hi. My name is Chitra and I am a housewife of 28 years. I have wanted to confess my sex affair with my neighbor Monty. He is also my husband’s best friend. We are secretly having sex since the past two years and I enjoy with Monty in bed. He makes me into a complete woman and satisfies my vagina to the core.

I’m sharing this with the readers as I have no friends (except one extra sex partner- Monty) and want to take your opinion on whether I’m doing wrong or right. Do feel free to mail me and tell me about your feelings on my affair. But please keep this secret with you.

My husband’s name is Rajesh. He is a bus driver. We stay in a rented house on the outskirts of Bangalore. A place to stay in Bangalore is very difficult as rents are very high. Monty stays in the house next to ours. He is bachelor of 23 years and about to be married in one month’s time. He and my Rajesh are badminton pals. He also helps Rajesh with some money whenever he falls short for the monthly expense.

One day, Rajesh invited Monty home for dinner. That was my first introduction to this handsome, tall and dark guy. Monty came with a bottle of imported scotch. They were very happy and in a mood to party. Rajesh had never drunk before. Their talks and jokes went on for two to three hours and I kept peeping to see if they are hungry for dinner. Rajesh was over drunk and blabbering about our poor sex nights. [He was never been interested in sex since our one year of marriage.]”Monty, tu shadi mat karna. Pau litre doodh ke liye gay palna kaunsi samajhdari hai?” he declared [Monty, don’t ever get married. What sensibility is it to domesticate a cow for extracting quarter litre of milk.]

Monty was embarrassed and turned to see if I was around. Rajesh was drunk and was not realizing what he was saying. I looked at Monty and bowed my head. I came forward and told Rajesh to get up and come to sleep.

“Hey tu chup baith. Jabse maine tujhse shadi kee hai, meri azadi chali gayi hai. Mera dost mere hamdard ke samne mujhe order mat kar. Varnaa…” [Hey you shut up. I’ve been imprisoned from the day I married you. I’m sharing my sorrow with my friend and you are ordering me. Get out or else…] he shouted.

Monty got up and closed his mouth. He asked him to forget and go to sleep. Rajesh couldn’t even stand on his feet. I came forward and put his one arm on my shoulder, and Monty lifted him on the other side. We both walked him to the bedroom. While we were doing so, Monty put his hand on my bare waist and caressed it. I looked at him in shock. Rajesh was immediately asleep once we put him on bed.

Monty came out of the room and I followed him. “Main khana lagati hoon.” I told him. [I’ll serve dinner.]

“Rehne do, Chitra. Mujhe bhookh nahin hai. Main bahut upset hoon. “[Let it be, Chitra. I’m not hungry. I’m upset.]

“Rajesh ne kabhi mujhse aise baat nahi kee. Sabse zyada to mujhe dukh hai. Suhagraat se leke aaj tak usne shayad char baar bhi mere saath pyar nahi kiya. Aur wo kehta hai kie uski azaadi chali gayi. Namard kahi ka.” I began to sob [till today Rajesh has never spoken so rudely. It is me who should be complaining. He has not fucked me more than four times since our first night. And he tells me that he is imprisoned. Bloody impotent bastard!]

Monty’s jaw dropped. He couldn’t believe that I had not been warmed in the nights. He couldn’t digest that a ripe mango like me was left unexplored for more than a year. His hands came on my waist from both sides and he pulled me towards him. I turned away from him and he pulled me again from the waist. My tits had somewhat become hard. Like the feeling I had before my first night.

I have a beautiful body with sexy curves. My boobs are milky white with dark brown nipples. If anyone sees them without my bra, his/ her eyeballs will go wild in lust. My dimpled navel is a treat for thirsty tongues. One can play marbles, such flat is my belly. My ass invites stares from young and old alike. In short, I’m a bomb of my town.

Monty softly whispered, “Chitra, tum kaise is boring se aadmi ke saath apni zindagi bita rahi ho. Tere husn kie main kya tareef karun. Main tumhe dekhte hi pagal ho utha hoon. Kahin mujhe pyar hua to nahin hai.” [ Chitra, how can you spend your life with such a boring guy. You’re so beautiful, I can’t describe. I’m crazy just by seeing your figure. I’m wondering if I’m in love.] He was openly flirting with me. And for the first time, I was enjoying the attention from a man.

He ran his hands on my stomach and pulled me closer. My back was touching his chest and his chin was on my neck. His lips opened and kissed my neck and ran through the entire length till my collar bone. I leaned back for him to have a view of my generous cleavage. My 36 size boobs had a deep gap between them. I put my hands on his hair and encouraged him to continue kissing me.

I was wearing a red saree with a sleeveless red blouse. For the first time in a year I had worn glass bangles to create a “happily married couple” image. Rajesh washed away the image- to my good fortune. I was receiving loads of admiration from a new man in my life.

As my hands went up in the air, he saw my clean shaven armpit. His hands went up and touched the gap there. It tickled me and I instantly brought my hand down. But his hand was firmer. He said, “Chitra, I love you. Kya tum mujhe pyar karogi. Kya mujhe apne badan se khelne dogi. Main kasam khata hoon, zindagi bhar tera aashik bana rahunga. Tumhe choomte choomte sari raat bitaunga. Aur tum jitni der tak chaho mere is garam badan se khel sakti ho.” [ Chitra, I love you. Will you allow me to screw you. If you allow me to play with you in bed, I promise that I will be your slave through my life. I’ll kiss you for an entire night. And you can also play with my body as long as you wish.]

Monty opened his shirt buttons and I could see his chest hairs. They were like Anil Kapoor’s. I dreamed of my man having such hairs. Alas, Rajesh didn’t have them. Compared to monty, he is a lean and half bald guy of 30. Monty had a built of 38 inch chest and he was a charmer. I took him to the adjacent room and bolted the door

All of a sudden, it looked like a new lease of life for me. All of a sudden, I felt that I will be devoured by a mighty animal who will pass through the soft walls of my cunt and reach the core of satisfying love. I was wet down, yet I didn’t want to sound desperate. I wanted Monty to have me, but not easily. I wanted him not only for tonight, but for many nights to come.

Monty put his hands on my shoulder and touched the pallu of my saree. I looked away from him. I didn’t want to show my interest, yet wanted him to see me without the clothes. He removed my pallu and saw my global tits. My flat stomach and navel were also exposed to his hungry eyes. He pulled the saree and I rolled in anticlockwise. Slowly and seductively I was exposing my sexy curves to a new man in my life. My saree came away and I stood there in blouse and petticoat.

At times, I would admire my figure in front of the full length mirror. I sincerely felt that I’m a goddess of pure beauty and I deserved to be fucked royally.I covered my breasts with both my hands. The curves of my waist and my navel must have made his mouth water.

“Monty, ye theek nahi hai. Main shadi-shuda ladki hoon. Tum chale jaao.” [This is not right. I’m a married girl. You must leave now.] He came forward and held my head with both his hands. His mouth was now on my lips and he kissed me roughly. I struggled to get free. He wouldn’t let go. His hands held my head tightly till he kissed me for about 2 to 3 minutes. I left my struggle and put my hands on his shoulder. I started kissing him and feeling his warm hairy body. It felt like true love.

We both came on the bed and I covered my face to show some reluctance. Both my tits were taut with arousal and my cleavage was seen. He moved one hand and I smiled at him. He told me that he had never had sex with a girl in his life. He asked me to guide him and I blushed. I had myself not had satisfactory sex experience, yet felt good that my man is a virgin.

I asked him to lie on his back and relax. Rajesh, meanwhile was abusing me in his sleep. These men can’t be in control after drinks. Monty said that if he has a real sexy experience with me, he will give me a surprise at the end. I came on top of him and my whole boobs and cleavage could be seen to his hungry eyes. I realized that the light was on. I came back and turned it off. The room was dimly lit by the street lamp.

Monty put his hands on my waist as I climbed on top of him again. I planted a kiss on his forehead. My tits touched his chin. Then I moved my hands all over his chest. What a broad chest and what soft hairs! Oooh laa laa. I was reminded of the scene from Janbaz- where Dimple is royally screwed by Anil Kapoor. Her massive boobs were crushed with the weight of the macho hero. And he had enjoyed her to both their satisfaction. I was oozing in wetness. I kissed his nipples to his delight. His hands were now on my buttocks and he squeezed them like lemons.

It was hurting. I bit him on his ear. Both his hands came up to my neck with the bite. It looked like he was ready to string my neck and kill me. his hands however kneaded the back of my neck and he began to pour millions of kisses from the front. I was moving like a snake on his chest. His one hand was squeezing my bum and his lips were nuzzling my cleavage and planting kisses.

I wanted him to ram my cunt and make me into a whole woman. I asked him to unhook my blouse and set my boobs free. “Suno Monty, mere choli ke button mere chuchiyon ko jaal ke jaise pakde hain. Aur tumhare chumiyon se meri chuchiyan bahut utsaah se tight ho gayi hain. Agar zara sa bhi der karoge, to ye blouse fatt jayega. Iske pehle, ye hooks ko kholke inhe apne honton se choomo.” [Listen Monty, my blouse buttons are imprisoning my huge tits. And my tits have become so tight with your kisses. If you delay even for some time, my blouse will tear off. Remove the hooks and kiss them now.] I told him keeping both my hands on his chest.

“Rani, tu to badi garam kali nikli. Sochta tha ki tere ko kaise pataunga. Teri jawani ke maze shayad sapno me hi pure honge. Lekin tu to mujhse bhi badi haraam khor nikli. “[My dear queen, you’re a bloody hot chick. I was thinking whether I may be able to fuck you or will it only be in my dreams. But you’ve turned out to be a worse bitch than I imagined.]

“Agar kisi aurat ko apna pati pyar se garam karke chodega nahi to aurat ko aisa banna hi padta hai. Mere jaisi garam stri kisi naseeb wale ko milegi. Pata hai, rajesh ne aaj tak poori tarha se apna lund mere andar ghusaya hi nahi. Kabhi apna pani mere is pyase burr ko dikhaya hi nahi. Dass minut tak thokta rahega aur andar ghusne ke pehle hi thanda pad jayega. Tere se pehle maine uske papa ke saath sex karne ka try kiya. Usne bhi mujhme interest dikhaya. Chance milne par woh bhi mujhe daba dabake chodne wala hai.”

[if any man cannot satisfy his wife with proper arousal, his wife is going to look for sex elsewhere. He must consider himself lucky to have a horny girl like me. Do you know, Rajesh has never put his entire cock inside me and has never penetrated his semen inside me? For ten minutes he struggles to put his dick inside, and when it does enter, he turns cold. Before you, I was trying to seduce his dad to fuck me. He too is interested in me. I know that given a chance even this old man will screw me royally.]

Monty went out of control. His hands came down and pulled the strings of my petticoat away. His hands pulled away my panties and exposed my cleanly shaven cunt. I have a habit of keeping myself clean down there. I take a lot of time to masturbate and shove my fingers into my cunt. How else do you think I can maintain a balance? The lust inside me was filled to the brim. He went mad on seeing my playground. His hands went down and massaged the walls of my pussy.

I too wanted to see his manhood and turned. We were in pose 69. I don’t know why it is called so. I pulled away his pants and his jockey boxers. His cock was big, and warm too. I pulled on the foreskin and he yelled in pleasure, “mmmmmh. Mmmmh.” His tongue came out and started licking my pussy. I was busy moving my hands on his shaft. I squeezed his balls and he cried in pain, “ow.” His tongue kept digging deep into my pussy and warming it up. I kept massaging his cock and pressing it even more. I wanted to see his milk. He continued to lick my pussy in even more force. His hands held onto my legs spreading them even more.

I was still in my blouse. My boobs had overgrown in orgasm. He kept licking and spreading my legs like they were a piece of Kentucky chicken. I saw his cream coming out and left his cock. I asked him to go and clean himself. He quietly obeyed. Perhaps he knew that I had better knowledge.

Meanwhile, I was red in multiple orgasms with his licking. I quickly removed my blouse and slept on my back. I was famished, I was tired. Yet my body wanted to taste his manhood within my tunnel of love. I wanted Monty to take me left-right-centre and satisfy the one year of pure fucking bliss.

Monty cleaned himself and came before me. his cock was on 90 degree. Again. Can you imagine? He said, “jaanam, is janwar ko tere jungle me chupa ley. Ye tere pyasi choot ko chodne ke liye bechain hai. Tu aaj ki raat mere bhookh ko mita dey, dekh kal mai tere liye kya tohfa lata hoon.” [My love, let this hungry animal enter your jungle of love. It is very horny to fuck your cunt. Just satisfy the hunger tonight, and you will be showered with a gift tomorrow.]

Why not? I was more than ready for a male. I told him to cover us with the bed sheet and kiss me. As I was in my bra, the only fabric that was covering my body, he came on top and pulled away the bra. My fleshy boobs made him mad with lust. He kissed them like a hungry kid. He nuzzled around my boobs and kept licking my tits. I lifted my arms and showed him how nice I was feeling.

His hands went down and spread my legs. His cock was ready to enter my cunt. He asked me to guide it into my hole of heaven. I did so, allowing him some embarrassment. Once guided, he began pumping. While he was doing so, I pushed both my boobs in front of his mouth. He sucked at them in delight. His cock went deeper, and deeper and deeper. Now it reached the core where no cock had been. Not even my husband’s.

His cock was longer. His cock was thicker, and even hotter. His cock kept hammering my pussy to such a pleasant way, I was feeling complete. I quickly lifted both my legs and bend them on my knees. Now he had better access to the core and he pumped like a horse. “oww. Owww. Owww. Aaaah. Aaaah. Ow o wow. Monty. Monty. Mere hero. ” I once again remembered the scene from janbaz. Dimple may have had a wild orgasm.

His hairy arms and chest were all over my body. He kept squeezing me everywhere. I screamed in orgasm. I had not one or two or four. I may have had about twenty orgasms in the 35 minutes of heavy pumping. He pounded on me as there would never be a tomorrow. What a sexy orgasm I had.

During the past 35 minutes, I didn’t even think of Rajesh. I didn’t even realize that I was someone’s wife and in bed with someone else. I felt guilty. After the act, I told Monty to leave immediately. And never come back in my life again. I had committed a sin. I had slept and enjoyed with someone who didn’t belong to me. And he had licked me, sucked me, kissed me in places where my husband also had never done. I was guilty and didn’t know what to do.

He consoled me. He told me that it was the right thing that I did. But I cried the entire night after he left. I was ashamed with my sex.

Next day, Monty gifted Rajesh with a brand new scooter. He told him that he got extra incentive from his job and had lots more for himself. Rajesh doesn’t know this, but he also gifted me a pair of gold earrings, and a saree, and a pair of satin blue lingerie, and a pair of silver anklets, and half a dozen lipsticks.

We continue to have sex for more than one year. After every sex, he gifts me a pair of lingerie and expensive perfumes, expensive cosmetics and beautiful sarees. I dress to seduce him. And I dress for him to undress me. And screw me two to three times everyday.

Now I’m feeling very sorry, as his engagement is fixed and I will loose my partner to another woman. I hope it doesn’t happen, otherwise, who is going to satisfy me? I want your advice, dear horny reader. As you have completely read my story, I know that you will help me solve my dilemma. Did I do wrong? But please don’t send me sex invitations, as Rajesh’s dad is waiting in the queue. Do write to me on [email protected]. Also write the subject as “Chitra”, as I will know that you read the story till the end.