A Passionate Encounter with Sexy Lady

It was March 2016, a date forever imprinted in my memory. The house was alive with the sounds of laughter and celebration for my daughter’s birthday party. Among the guests, one sexy lady stood out. Her name was Kanchan, my relative’s wife. She was the heroine of this real story.

Kanchan, a stunning 26-year-old with a curvy figure and good height, was the mother of a four-year-old son. Her striking beauty, sparkling eyes, and sensual curves made her effortlessly stand out. Igniting desire in anyone who laid eyes on her.

We had invited her and her husband to the party. But she came alone because her husband had urgent work at the office. He had to extend his shift. My happiness doubled when I realized her husband wouldn’t be coming to the party. Only Kanchan and her son would be attending the birthday celebration.

I was enjoying her presence, serving sweets and water to everyone while secretly savouring every moment with her. During the party, her husband called to inform me he had urgent work and would be late. He was asking if I could drop Kanchan and her son home after the celebration.

I agreed without hesitation, secretly thrilled at the prospect of spending more time with her. By 5 PM, the party was in full swing. Kanchan looked stunning in her saree, her beauty and charm captivating everyone. I found myself frequently touching her hand and getting close to her while taking photos.

She asked me not to share the photos with her husband, fearing he might take it the wrong way. “Of course, Kanchan. I hope you’re comfortable,” I reassured her. She confided, “I’m enjoying myself. My husband often imposes restrictions on me. I rarely get to have fun like this.”

After dinner, Kanchan requested a ride home, which was about a kilometre away. As we prepared to leave, I started my scooter with her son standing in front and Kanchan seated behind me. The road was bumpy, causing her body to press against my back, especially her breasts.

They were small yet noticeable, even under her saree. The ride was charged with a subtle tension as we conversed and enjoyed each other’s company. I stopped at a nearby market to buy chocolates for her son, prolonging the journey a bit. We resumed and soon arrived at her house.

Her son was sleepy, so she asked me to wait while she put him to bed. She returned after about fifteen minutes, offering me a soft drink. I agreed, and she came back with two glasses of Coke. Placing them on the bed as she sat down on the corner of the bed.

We started sipping our drinks in comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s company. Breaking the silence, I thanked her for coming to the party and making my day. She shared how much she had been looking forward to the invitation.

Her life had become very boring due to her husband’s lack of attention. Our conversation turned more personal. I complimented her, saying, “Your husband is lucky to have such a tall, beautiful, and sexy wife.” She blushed and thanked me.

Encouraged, I took her hand in mine, admiring its delicate beauty. She didn’t pull away, smiling instead. I gathered my courage and whispered, “I wish you were my wife. I would cherish you day and night.” She looked deeply into my eyes, and I asked if she believed my words.

She sighed, “What’s the use of dreams that can’t come true?”

“You deserve love, respect, and more in life,” I assured her, “I’m always here for you and would be more than happy to do anything for you.”

She got emotional, holding my hand tightly. We moved closer, and I hugged her, feeling her warmth. I whispered in her ear, “You are very hot and beautiful.”

She responded with a soft “Really?” We came closer to each other. I kissed her neck, then her lips, igniting a passionate response. After my kiss, she was moaning softly and started lying on the bed. I began to undress her, kissing her soft skin as I went.

“You are so beautiful and sexy, Kanchan,” I murmured, running my hands over her smooth skin. She moaned softly, encouraging me to continue. I unhooked her blouse and began to caress her breasts, sucking gently on her nipples. Her hands found their way to my pants, freeing my hardness.

I felt her soft hand on my dick. Even through the fabric of my pants, her touch was giving me immense pleasure. I slowly removed her saree, blouse, and bra, leaving her in a light pink petticoat and panty. I also undressed myself, keeping on my underwear only.

We started exploring each other’s bodies with a hunger that spoke of long-suppressed desires. I moved lower, kissing her navel and trailing my lips along her waist. “Your body is so fit and smooth,” I whispered, feeling her shiver in response. Her fingers tangled in my hair, urging me on.

I unhooked her petticoat and slid it off, leaving her in just her panties. I kissed her thighs, feeling her tremble beneath my touch. She responded eagerly, her hands working to remove my underwear, her fingers grazing my hardness.

Finally, she slipped off her panties, revealing her pink, tight, and freshly shaved pussy. It was beautiful and inviting, a sight that made my heart race. Every man would dream of such a perfect pussy with a sexy woman who had an equally perfect figure.

This was the happiest moment of my life. I had often fantasized about Kanchan, even masturbating several times, thinking about her. I shifted my position and sat between her silky, long legs. I gently spread them to make room and bent down to kiss her pink, tight, and clean-shaven pussy.

It seemed Kanchan had never expected this, as she initially said, “Don’t put your mouth there, please,” I whispered, “Don’t worry, Kanchan. I have never seen beauty like yours. You have been my dream, so let me feel every part of you. Just focus on this new pleasure I am going to give you.”

She hesitantly said, “Okay, dear, continue what you’re doing.” I spread her pussy lips and kissed the inner part, eliciting a moan of immense pleasure from Kanchan. She moved her hand to my head, pushing it gently into her pussy. I started eating her pussy, licking it like there was no tomorrow.

Her juices tasted heavenly, and I savoured every drop. She was in ecstasy, thanking me for giving her such pleasure. She regretted why her husband had never done this in the last four years of their marriage.

After a few minutes of licking her pussy, I asked her to lick and suck my dick. She agreed. I was surprised that she hadn’t experienced pussy licking before but knew how to give a blowjob. It seemed her husband enjoyed receiving blowjobs.

But he never bothered to give this real beauty the respect and pleasure she deserved by returning the favour with pussy licking. As she sucked my dick, I bent my head to her pussy and started licking. This gave her double pleasure, and she moaned in delight as she enjoyed both sensations.

“This position is called 69,” I said, “where we do oral sex to each other.” She was happy to learn about it. We properly shifted into a 69 position. Her mouth enveloped my dick in warmth as I continued to pleasure her. We lost ourselves in each other, trying to give our best to make each other happy and satisfied.

The intensity of the moment made my dick harder than ever. Her eyes were red, her breasts were hard, and her body was shaking with pleasure. She was in the mood for hard and long sex, and I was ready to fulfil her desires. Soon, she begged me to enter her as she was unable to hold back any longer.

“Please fuck my pussy hard,” she said. I positioned myself between her silky and sexy legs, spreading them slightly to make space. I rubbed my dick tip against her clitoris, making her moan and call me a magician. She was enjoying it like she had never experienced before.

Her pussy juices coated my dick and even my fingers. After a few minutes, she said, “Are you just going to play with my pussy, or are you planning to put this hard cock in?” I smiled and said, “As you wish, Kanchan.” I placed my dick at her entrance to the love hole.

I slowly pushed it inside, filling her. Despite having a baby, her pussy was tight. My dick felt every bit of her tightness and wetness. I started fucking slowly. Her moans grew louder, her body arching against mine. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, her tongue exploring my mouth.

Our movements were frantic, driven by a need that had been building all evening. “If you keep holding me like this, how can I move my dick and fuck you?” I teased, prompting her to loosen her grip. I began to thrust deeply, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

After several minutes of fucking in the missionary, we decided to try different positions. I asked her what she preferred. She was the sex goddess, and I wanted to fulfil all her desires. She hesitantly said that she wanted doggy style so that my entire dick could go inside and touch her ass as well.

She quickly got into position, and I was behind her. Her ass looked incredibly sexy and appealing. Even her asshole looked beautiful. I bent and kissed her ass hole, making her moan loudly. She was enjoying every moment and action. I continued and penetrated my long and hard dick into her pussy.

She was moaning loudly, saying, “Fuck me, darling, and tear my thirsty pussy.” We continued doggy style for 15 minutes and then switched back to the missionary position. Her face was red, her eyes full of lust, and her breasts were very tight. All these were signs of her satisfaction and lust.

I spread her legs and put my dick at her entrance, pushing it softly. I started fucking her gently and then harder. She was enjoying it and kept repeating, “Fuck me, darling.” Finally, she cried out, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. I also climaxed and filled her pussy with my sperm.

I had never ejaculated so much in my life. Afterwards, I paused, allowing us to catch our breath. Then I kissed her gently before sliding my semi-hard dick out of her satisfied pussy. We had reached extreme pleasure and orgasmed together. But her eyes were still searching for more.

Her pussy seemed to be inviting my dick, yearning to keep it inside. “Your dick is so thick and hard,” she said, breathless. “I enjoyed the fucking so much. I’ve never experienced such pleasure before. I wish we could go for more.”

Lying there, Kanchan looked like a sex goddess with her perfect figure. Her boobs heaved with each breath, and her pussy filled with my sperm. The cum was floating out of her pussy, dripping onto the bed. It trickled down the bottom of her pussy, her ass hole, and soaking into the bedsheet.

The sight was incredibly erotic, making the moment even more unforgettable. After we both caught our breath, I positioned myself again and entered her. I started thrusting, alternating between pumping her vigorously and sucking on her breasts. Then, teasing her mouth with my tongue, savouring her saliva.

She responded eagerly, enjoying each movement and supporting me as I explored her body. Her hips moved in rhythm with mine, urging me deeper. This continued for the next 15 to 18 minutes until I ejaculated again. I filled her pussy with a load of sperm.

Simultaneously, she reached her orgasm, her body going soft as she breathed heavily. I withdrew my now-soft dick from her and lay beside her, holding her close. I dozed off for the next 15 minutes, embracing the intimacy of the moment. When I woke up, I gently kissed her.

“We should clean up,” I suggested. She nodded, a satisfied smile on her face. We quickly dressed, erasing any signs of our passionate encounter.

After 20 minutes, the doorbell rang. Her husband had arrived, thanking me for bringing Kanchan home on time. He asked her to prepare tea while he freshened up. We enjoyed the tea together. I left soon after, keeping the memory of our time together as a cherished secret.

Despite our encounter, we remained good family friends. We carry on with our lives while holding onto the passionate memory of that unforgettable evening.