In Love With My Married Boyfriend!

(This narration is factual.)

I’m Kanika, 24, owner of a glamour firm, doing well professionally and highly traditional at heart. Not the same body measurements but you can hardly tell a difference between Alia Bhatt’s face and mine. We’ve got exactly the same eyes, face cut and dimples.

I’m not too sure if I’ll be able to write expressively but I would definitely like to attempt sharing my story with you.

I fell in love with the wrong man- Dhiraj! He’s six feet tall, fair, good-looking, well read and married to someone else. Happily married.

The story began. For me, it was love at first sight. For him, it was lust at first sight. The story had to grow!

We started meeting too often. Coffee, lunch, dinner, smoke and he would not head to his office without stopping by to mark his presence for the day! Running our own businesses, we could escape work several times a day. Every day! I tried hard to stop feeling the butterflies in my stomach every time I met him. I tried not to like him the other way. But I could not resist him. Gradually he too fell in love with me. In fact, he fell too much in love with me. On the other side, what I was feeling for him wasn’t love anymore. It was much more. We spent hours together – hugging, staring in the eye, shyly smiling at each other and sometimes simply holding hands. He was bold, strong and a macho with everybody but the moment he would sit next to me alone, he would turn into fifteen year old, super emotional, silly, immature teenager who was in love. He would flow crazy on tiny things and I really had to manage him hard.

After spending over a year together, he walked up to me and said “I feel guilty. I love her too much. I can’t do this to her.”

“Suddenly?” I said.

I told him several times that I loved him but he belonged with her. I was the bitch in this relationship. And the day he would want to walk out of this relationship, I’ll be the first encouragement. We were best friends. I knew we had to part someday but I did not want us to part ever.

“She’s pregnant. We’re expecting a child.” He said.

I was quiet. I placed myself in her shoes and felt disgusting about myself. I was helplessly in love. And love had made me cheap! Believe it or not, this was my first relationship.

He broke the news and we didn’t talk for several days together. We bumped into each other several times a day but went no further than a hello. A terrible month passed by. It was the worst I had experienced in a very long time. But his love gave me strength. His look gave me comfort. I knew he cared about me and that gave me strength. After 2 months, he rang me at mid night. We separated 8 times in the year but none lasted more than a week. Seven days was the most we could try! But this time we had done slightly better – 2 months but back again! I was returning back home from a wedding. To attend all ceremonies, my parents stayed overnight at the wedding site. We spoke for about 20 minutes on call before I told him I was alone.

“Shall I come?” he said, promptly.

I was quiet and my silence meant ‘yes’.

Within no time he was home, lying on my bed, talking to me and smiling. I was removing my makeup and jewelry, feeling beautiful since he was around, talking to him and smiling too.

“Whisky?” I offered.

“No. YOU!” He replied.

Guilty, happy, nervous, angry, beautiful – mixed emotions.

I hopped on the bed, sat right next to him and kissed him on the forehead.
He pulled me close and hugged me tight. He hugged me like he had never hugged me before and like it was the last time he was hugging me. He slid his left hand from my waist to the back and his right hand from the back of my neck to the waist. He was moving them all over my bare back. In a minute I had forgotten about everything around. All I could see was him, all I could feel was him. I was soft yet wild. I could not resist him. I moved my hands all over him. He came closer and placed his lower lip between my lips making way for me to suck it. I kissed his lower lip, licked it a bit and finally started sucking it. In no time he was sucking my upper lip. We smiled as we made several sounds while kissing. We had always loved it. He made me sit up and he pulled off my top and unhooked my low cut half cup blue bra. The release of the bra was accompanied by another release in the panty. I wanted him in me. Without any further delay. But he seemed nowhere close to that. I unbuttoned his shirt kissing every part of his chest that unveiled. I kissed exactly above his belt and completely undressed him, staring in his eyes throughout. I was all set to feast upon him. I swiftly grabbed his thick long dick and licked it from the base to the tip. I licked it up and down several times. Slowly I placed a small peck on the tip. He made sounds and I loved it. I took the top one inch in my mouth. I fiddled with it with my tongue and gradually started sucking it. I sucked it soft initially but I slowly grew wild. I was kissing, touching, licking and biting that bare one inch of flesh to my heart’s content. He was in a different world and he was definitely not married there!

I went further and licked his entire dick. I took it in my mouth and sucked it deep. As deep as I possibly could. He pushed it further in my mouth and it touched my throat. I sucked it real hard! He kept thrusting his cock in my mouth lovingly. I moved to his balls and started eating them. I chewed the balls and sucked them wild. I started peeling his dick with my hand. I relayed his cock from my mouth to my hand and said “I can lick you all my life for the blissful smile of satisfaction and content that I see on your face every time my lips roll on your cock.” With that I opened my mouth again. He brought me up and kissed my lips.

He pulled down my panty slowly and widened my legs with his hands. He looked at my damp pussy for several minutes. Soon his lips were between my legs. He smelled it and I could sense the aroma travelling through his throat down to his cock which became bolder that second. He licked my clitoris a single time and stopped. I wanted him to fill my love hole with his cock and drill it strong and deep. However, I just moved my hand through his hair and pushed him closer to my vagina. He started licking it from the bottom of my hole to my clitoris and traversed back the same route with his tongue. He repeated that several times.

I severely wanted him in my life, for life. I wanted him in my bed every night. And in no way I could make that happen. A tear trickled down from my left eye. He was licking my vagina and sucking my clitoris wildly. He noticed the tear and stopped. He kissed my forehead and suggested that we don’t go any further. I pushed his head back to my pussy which he licked and licked for minutes. Slowly he inserted a finger in my hole and his finger went deep. He moved it in and out a few times. Soon, he raised the number by one. After finger fucking my pussy for 5 minutes he pulled out his fingers, sucked his fingers and placed the tip of his dripping cock at the gate of my hole.

“Condom?” I asked him.

“I will be careful, love” he replied.

He pushed his cock in my wet pink pussy to the last inch and I screeched. I like it simple so we started simple – Missionary! He moved up and down continuously while I sniffed, closed my eyes and exclaimed “Yes honey. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhmmmm. Deeper jaan. My pussy is yours. I’m your bitch. Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
The party was getting hotter! He was ramming my pussy with his cock. He was inside me and I surprised him by turning him upside down. Now, I was on top. He always loved it. I sat up, brought my long brown colored hair to the front which covered my right boob entirely and stared him seductively. I was moving up and down on his cock, ceaselessly. I jumped on him while he sung the music of pleasure, “Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. You’re the best honey. I know nothing can stop you now. You’re beautiful. Don’t stop. Yeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”
I too matched his syllables. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Youre mine. I love you.”

I lied on him pressing my boobs on his chest while I kept playing the instrument. I was moving my butt up and down to keep the fucking going and I was breathing heavy sighs. “You should stop. We’re not using protection.” I said repeatedly as I increased my pace. “Look at you! Can you stop?” he answered each time with a smile and a peck. I was on top, asking him to stop, constantly moving up and down – fast and deep, pacing up and absolutely in no mood, intention or position to halt. We fucked in several positions before he finally released his white milky liquid on my stomach. We had eleven rounds of sex that night, only three with protection. No, I’m not exaggerating.

He kissed me all over and we hugged to sleep with his cock inserted in my pussy! Satisfied yet guilty. Three years together now and I’m madly in love with him. We separate and we get back. We separate again. But we get back together again each time. My fingers fit perfectly between his. His lips fit perfectly on mine. No, it’s not for sex, neither is he trying to play around with me, nor is it for any other purpose. We’re just in love. However, he fell in love at the wrong time and I fell in love with the wrong man!

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