Discrete Affairs Of Two South Indian Wives

This a true sex story. The character names are changed for privacy.

My name is Jayanthi and I am a working married south Indian woman staying in Delhi. I am 50 years of age. My son is 23 years old and daughter is 13 years old. My husband works in another city which is 1200 km from Delhi.

I was born and brought up in Delhi and I have many classmates here. One friend is Padma who is also of my age. She is also married and has kids. Her husband works far away from Delhi.

Both I and Padma seriously suffer ‘lack of sex’ and we are both very fond of sex. Not getting it regularly, we try to find it where and when possible. (I am not naming names because we all have families and I do not want them identified. Even our names are different but our South Indian middle-class Brahmin backgrounds and other details are true).

Earlier I used to have regular sex with my elder sister’s husband in my own house when there was no one. I also had sex with some subordinates in my office in their quarters.

Padma was managing similarly. My husband somehow found out about this and there was a big fight. Now, I am more discreet. I decided not to sleep with one man more than once.

I started looking for random men here and there. I came across a guy when I stopped at a petrol pump to fill my car. His car was behind mine and I smiled at him.

We got talking and soon and I openly expressed my desire to have sex with him. He was eager too and I brought him to my house one day and we had wonderful sex during the whole morning.

Another time, it was a colleague working in another office who was staying nearby. I sometimes travelled by his car to my office and he travelled in mine. He had always shown interest in me by brushing his hands over my thighs while I was driving etc.

Once we came back from the office together and I invited him in for a cup of tea knowing there would be no one at home. As soon as he came in, as expected, he sprang on me and started kissing me passionately in my mouth. I reciprocated eagerly and we ended up on the floor fucking each other. Such things happen often in my life.

Once all my classmates got together for an alumnus meet. While returning, I and Padma discussed our sex lives. I revealed my secrets to her and she too told me that right now she was in a relationship with a neighbour of hers. She was willing to let me try her neighbour. In turn, I offered to introduce her to my male friends.

Her husband knew about her affair too but as he couldn’t achieve a full erection because of stress, diabetes, etc, he didn’t create a fight, especially considering the children. In fact, I and Padma decided to take a day off and have some real fun.

Today was that day. After sending my daughter to school, I drove to Padma’s house. I had earlier called my husband and told him that I will be going for a dental check-up and will not be able to take his calls till 3 pm.

Padma was eagerly waiting for me, all freshly bathed and her long hair let down to dry. She was fragrant and flushed red with excitement. I was freshly bathed too and in tight jeans and tops. Here I must tell you that even though I am 50, I am slim but well filled that I look just 30-35 years old. I dye my hair and keep my body waxed so I look younger.

Padma is also similar though much thinner. Though we were both strict vegetarians by family and upbringing, we had a few sizzling omelettes for breakfast!

When I asked her who the guy was, she said, “Wait and see. He is good. I have had him once and he is fabulous. Not like our dry and tired curd rice eating husbands. This guy is full of red blood”. We both laughed out loud.

By 10 am, the doorbell rang. We had by then spread freshly washed bedsheets on the king-sized bed in the bedroom, sprayed room fresheners, put on the dim light and music and switched on the air conditioner.

Padma opened the door and there he was – a hunk of a specimen, about 28 years of age, with freshly chiselled muscles from the gym. His brown hair was long and he had a rough stubble.

He wore jeans and t-shirt which accentuated his muscles. He smelt manly in a musky perfume and looked clean. He was at least 6 feet and 2 inches tall.

Padma looked like a kid before him. He hugged Padma tightly and lifted her off her feet to kiss her. Padma introduced him to me as simply ‘Rishabh’. She also introduced me to him as her friend Jayanthi. Then Padma went to get some cold beer.

Rishabh hugged me too and kissed me lightly on the lips, whispering in my ears, “You are far sexier than I had imagined from Padma’s description. You look naughty” and winked at me. It made me instantly wet.

Padma returned with three bottles of ice cold beer, a pack of cigarettes and three glasses. We stretched our legs and started with a glass of beer each and lit a cigarette, which we passed on from one to another.

We started making small talks from politics to movies to detailed introductions of us all. We finished one cigarette between us when Rishabh (Rishi) suggested we all get comfortable and the sarees and jeans made it stuffy.

He approached me and without much ado and pulled my tops off my head. I stood up, unzipped and slid out of my jeans and sat down in by black bra and pantie.

I am very fair, in fact, fairer than Rishi. Therefore I always wear black undergarments. Padma, on the other hand, was darker so she wore lighter shades of lingerie like pink, cream and white.

Rishi proceeded to take off Padma’s saree and petticoat and I saw that her white bra and panties.

I unzipped Rishi’s jeans and he stepped out of it. Padma meanwhile stood on the sofa and took off Rishi’s t-shirt and vest. He had a black Jockeys which was already pulsating with sexual energy.

We stretched back on the sofas and continued with the beer as we lit another cigarette. The room, which was earlier smelling divine of roses and sandalwood, started becoming heady with the smell of beer, cigarette fumes and assorted sexual scents wafting off our bodies.

Padma had had her tubes cut after her second kid but I had not. And we were both still menstruating. So Padma had a pack of premium condoms ready to be used in me.

We finished a bottle of beer each and decided to get on and change gears. We walked into the bedroom, with Rishi in the middle and we on either side, holding his hands.

After entering the bedroom, Rishi unstrapped our bras. He then knelt before us and peeled off our panties making us completely nude except for a bit of jewellery, our mangalsutras. And Padma also had a black thread tied around her waist.

I and Padma had never seen each other nude, so we looked at each other curiously and shyly. Her breasts were about 32B and she had compact buttocks. She kept her cunt shaved butter soft. I was 36C and had an ample ass and had sufficient dark curly hair on my cunt.

We smiled self consciously at each other. I proceeded to take off my mangalsutra as I did not want to be reminded of my marital status in the midst of passionate fucking. But Rishi caught my hands and signalled to me to keep it on. “It turns me on that way,” he said. So, I let it be.

He took off his jockeys and stood nude before us. His now limp cock hung at least 7 inches down his thigh and I could see that it was cut. He was also bushy with dark curly shiny hair around his cock.

His balls were heavy and hung low. It was not very dark like the cock of normal Indian men. It was a light brown, with a smooth reddish pink cockhead.

As Padma had said, it was a magnificent specimen compared to the pathetic tool my husband had. We lay on the bed with Rishi in the middle.

Padma went on him and started licking his body starting from his chest which was also hairy. She spent time sucking his nipples.

I was sitting up watching when Rishi brought his large hands to my breasts and started playing with them. My nipples got erect. I bent down to feed him my nipples one by one, which he sucked to an erection. I then kissed his mouth deeply, exchanging saliva.

Padma meanwhile had reached his cock with which she was familiar. She started sucking it and it slowly got erect. I was still kissing him when Rishi pulled Padma up by her hair and smoothly swapped positions – with her mouth on his and my mouth on his cock.

To be honest, though I have fucked many cocks, I have never sucked one. But Rishi was giving me no choice. I found my mouth being lowered to his cock slowly and gently but firmly. The cock itself, glistening with Padma’s spit was not fully erect, at least 8 inches or more and thick. It was throbbing as if inviting me to take it into my mouth.

I took the head in my mouth. It was a new experience and it tasted like a piece of chicken, only much firmer. I was fascinated by the slit on the top. I ran my tongue through it and I could taste precum seeping out. It was crystal clear and tasteless.

Suddenly, Rishi moved Padma away and got on top of me and inserted his cock into me in one go! I had planned on telling me about the condoms but I was so heated up and wet with slush and he was wild too. So he started pumping me right away. It was an extra tight fit, the biggest and longest cock I had ever taken.

He pumped into me relentlessly and I was in heaven. He bit my mangalsutra with his front teeth and brought it to my mouth and dropped it onto my mouth. It was so kinky that I was blown.

We drenched it with our saliva and he kept fucking me.

“We are both fucking two people here, darling”, Rishi said to me. “We are fucking each other with my cock in your cunt and we are fucking your husband in the ass by bathing your mangalsutra in our spit”. This comment really turned me and soon, I burst into an orgasm.

I trembled feeling very hot all over my body. I felt faint. I had never felt so sexually turned on ever before. I came and came and came. And by the time I came back to Earth, my cunt was filled with Rishi’s thick semen.

He shot stream after stream, over 12 times and each jet hit the inner walls of my uterus with the force of a hose. I wondered if I would get pregnant. If yes, so be it. It can be dealt with later.

I was not going to spoil my first visit to heaven dwelling on worries. Rishi kept kissing me and sucking my nipples for some time while he let his cock get limp in me. He withdrew and slowly and gently brought Padma’s mouth to out middles to clean him up first and then dry up my sodden cunt with her tongue.

As we lit another cigarette and lay back relaxed, Rishi was getting hard again for his session with Padma.

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