Seduction Of Gorgeous Indian Mami (Exotic Roleplay)

Hi all Indian hot story readers, this is Madhan here. First of all, thanks a lot to all ISS readers for your many likes and valuable feedback for the first part.

‘Seduction Of Gorgeous Indian Mami Met During Housewarming Function’ was very much appreciated, by mainly male readers. Lots of my male fans have requested me to write the continuation, with a fear/responsibility of meeting the expectations of my readers let me start.

About me: I am a Madhan, 27 years old, 6 ft. tall, south Indian complexion, broad shoulders, and a well-built body. I basically belong to one of the cleanest city in India – Mysuru. But I am currently working in Bangalore (which has all varieties of chicks and aunties).

Guys, this is the continuation. In this, I will be narrating how our first chat started. Later continued with hot talks and dragging her thoughts out of her small nest venturing into a wild horny world.

I will split the narration on both the characters (me and Mami).

Me: After the function, I drove back and reached my room with my mind head over till heels captivated by Mami’s beauty. My nervous system was sedated with her charm. I was doing things unaware.

I took the phone, saved Mami number and curiously ran the WhatsApp application to see her in the DP. But unfortunately, I found her kid’s laughing face. I controlled all my urges to not message her because I should not be a ravager in her small happy family life.

At night I went to bed but could not sleep, dreaming about her beauty from head to toe in detail with closed eyes and scuffling on the bed.

Mami: After the function, I reached home with my husband and kid on the Activa. The potholes of Bangalore roads, my boy in hand, traffic, chill weather. I just wanted to disappear into my house and inside my cozy warm blankets as soon as possible.

We reached home with my boy soundly sleeping over my shoulders. I made him rest on the sofa while I made the bed. Finally, I laid my boy on the bed. My back was aching because of the bumpy ride back home.

I was dead tired. After changing into a nighty, I went to bed and drowned in a heavenly sound sleep inside my warm blankets. I woke to the sounds of birds outside. My hands blindly explored the bedside table until it got hold of my mobile phone.

It was 5 am. I didn’t want to leave the bed till the sun was high. But family responsibility will not permit me to do this. I was waiting for it to be 6 a.m., glancing at the phone every now and then. I noticed a number dialed from my phone. (It was his).

My husband was snoring next to me. My fingers moved towards ‘delete this number’ option, but I just couldn’t. I locked the phone and closed my eyes, waiting for it to be 6 a.m. At 5:55 I disrobed the blanket unwillingly to be exposed to the chill air in the room.

Me: I woke after swiping the snooze for the fourth time. I got ready and went to the office. But my mind in a deep thought on different ideas. Her respective reactions and the right time to start a chat with my horny Mami (sorry she was not mine).

Winning lot of fights inside my head I typed a message “Hi” on Whatsapp and sent at around half past eleven. Later my mind was asking to check the read status, and my hands were checking it involuntarily after every few minutes, waiting to see a reply from Mami.

Mami: As I just came back to the hall after washing the utensils, I saw a notification for a message ‘Hi’. I just was controlling my urge to open it and reply. I did not open the message, which will indicate me not replying even after reading his message.

A black bullet in a rain-hit nice scenic lush green was his DP. I carefully pressed and checked. A soft laugh crossed my lips imagining him when he was revving his bullet from the function. I had noticed that from the terrace.

I continued my daily monotonous routine chores like breakfast, lunch, dinner, taking care of kid and husband when they are home, sleeping in the noon. My only friends were the Television and the mobile, which also felt boring.

I went to bed at three in the noon. My thoughts were just drifting towards Madhan (I had known his name while my niece was introducing him to her parents.) I could not go to sleep easily.

I took the phone opening Whatsapp again for the fifth time now, I typed, “Who is this?” thought for a few minutes and clicked send.

Me: My heart started pounding heavily after receiving the reply from Mami. My mind was framing the response to her message, trying all the permutation and combination.

Me: Hi, I am Madhan the one from the housewarming function. (I could not call her aunty, because most don’t want to be called so.)

Mami: Hi, how are you, pa?

(Thank god she did not ask me how I got her number! She might be knowing)

Me: I am doing good, how are you and how is your kid?

That day we chatted normal, just knowing each other until she stopped responding at around 6 in the evening. I started picking nice messages and forwarded her. Sometimes she did comment on such messages.

Mami: I feel my days are changing. Madhan has started to occupy my heart and head. Making me laugh out till I am tired of it, with his jokes, his advice and a lot more. Daily, knowingly or unknowingly, I started expecting his messages.

He had occupied my mind totally on his whereabouts most of my day. He just took me to the days of my graduation, where guys/men used to die to talk to me, ogling at me wherever I went.

Me: One fine day, I thought about Mami. I started early around 2 in the noon from office to her room without informing the boss. Now she will be free. After reaching the room, I freshened up, pulled the window blinds, jumped to bed wearing just underwear and banian in day darkness.

I downloaded my favorite hot clip of Diane Lane, a scene from the movie, ‘Unfaithful’. She was in an almost vacant theater with her lover. He went down and started to suck her pussy out.

I just forwarded the video to Mami and waited for the status to change to read. A few minutes later I sent a sorry by mistake message and awaited her reply.

Mami: Today Madhan has sent me a hot scene. After watching it, I couldn’t resist fingering my slightly hairy pussy. When I was thinking about what to reply, he had sent sorry by mistake. But really I liked the video. I just sent him “Hmm”.

Me: If you don’t get angry, shall I ask something?
Mami: Hmm.
Me: If you get angry, scold me as you want, but please don’t stop replying.
Mami: Ok.

Me: You look pretty, hot and beautiful.

Mami: Thank you. (A fear of where our chat is leading gripped my heart. A thought of my loving husband and kid crossing my head. Still, I couldn’t stop my replies to Madhan, who was driving me crazy.)

Me: I want to be your close dirty wild friend. I want you to be somebody with whom I can share everything without any shame.

(After sending this message I waited with anxiously. This message meant a make or break in my dream of savoring and enjoying milky Mami.)

Mami: I am happy from the day Madhan has set foot into my life. I have to find a way of making myself happy. Nowadays I am waking up with a new energy. While I was deep in thought about my husband, society and Madhan, my husband called me.

He called to disappoint me by making me cancel our trip to my hometown because of his usual office work. Moreover, I was not satisfied with our recent physical life. There were nothing new or wild, as was the case during our initial days of marriage. My husband has somewhat lost the enthusiasm.

I called Madhan that evening around 7 after feeding my kid his dinner and making sure he sleeps.

Me: On seeing the call from Mami, my mind just couldn’t stop thinking about the possibilities. The fear of losing the friendly chats with Mami just started to haunt me. I picked up the call, the voice of Mami just made my shaft to wake from his sleep. My hands went inside my underwear silencing him.

Mami: He picked up the call! Oh god, his voice was firm, sharp and authoritative. He was quiet, always waiting to read my thought for his message. After some silence, when I prompted the question “then Madhan?” he started to talk.

Me: “Whatever you are going to think about me, you can think Mami. I have gone wild and mad seeing you on the day of the housewarming function. I want to have hot chats, wild conversations, hot role-plays with you.”

“I know you are married with a kid. I promise that I like you to have a happy life with your family. I will never do something which will affect it.”

Mami: He started talking hurriedly. I was starting to feel the urge of hot chats, wild encounters and was listening to something like role-playing.

Me: She was quiet for some time. I did not hear any scolding. This meant that she just wants to feel the wild erotic things. Let me go straight to her hot and  wild cum shot by arousing her with a self-pleasure for a boring housewife.

Mami: That day he made me cum loads after many days by guiding me online self-pleasure.

Let me describe the self-pleasure which I made Mami perform:

It was around half past seven. He told me that, “There is no right or wrong way in self-pleasure. If it feels good to go for it.” He asked me to keep coconut oil close to the bed and bolt the bedroom for privacy, which I did.

He told me to set the mood. I covered the windows, lit an incense candle (room was dark except for the low light illuminated by the candle), spreading flower on the bed (I spread the jasmine which I wore that day afternoon only). I played a slow romantic music with low volume as per his instructions.

I was wearing a red-green floral silky chudidhar and pant. He said, “Focus and concentration, start thinking dirty. Don’t be afraid to include someone you want to get dirty with. You are free to think about anyone and fantasize anything your little heart desires.”

I lay down on the bed and started thinking about Madhan. He told me to relax the body and free it from the attires (I removed my chudidhar and pulled my pants low. I was lying with only bra and panty).

He told me to feel my complete body exploring all the parts with my hands. (Oh god, I was enjoying every bit of it as his instructions were in my ears via the earphone). I started running my hands over my shoulders, face, lips, ears, neck, slowly grazing over the boobs it reached navel, belly button, thighs, legs. I brushed over the vagina (I could feel a chill passing through my body).

I unhooked my bra slowly. With closed eyes, my hands gently started squeezing my boobs, pulling and teasing my nipples with the end of my fingers which were erect. (Oh god, with his slow narration I started to enjoy with little moans coming out of my mouth).

I know he might be shaking his fully erect shaft. I had spread a newspaper under my ass. I was wet, my hands covered with coconut oil and saliva. I lowered the panties, put the pillow between my thighs. I started to run my fingers around the pussy, later my fingers gently brushing over the pussy.

My ass started to lift up. I started moaning. I could feel my body temperature increasing like a hot molten lava. He guided me to rub and hold the clitoris with the thumb, slightly insert the middle finger inside me. He asked me to feel everything since feeling is everything.

Slowly, he asked me to penetrate more fingers inside. I was already wet by the time my fingers went inside my vagina. I voluntarily increased the rhythmic speed of my insertion with my ass lifting up every time.

I was moaning. I could feel my body tremble. The body heat just shooting out of my pussy like a water out of a fountain and I gasped for air. (I just came like a horny bitch.)

Guys, a lengthy story is always boring to read. Sorry about it. I wanted to explain every minute details of the seduction to give you the best Indian sex experience through reading.

In our next part, I will explain wild role-plays, our hot conversation and how she almost seduced me. Please send your feedback to [email protected]. Your valuable likes and comments will inspire me in writing the third part as soon as possible.

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