Discrete Affairs Of Two South Indian Wives – Part 3

I am a south Indian married working woman, aged 46, living in New Delhi. My husband works abroad and comes once a year. My two children, both girls, live with me. They are in college.

Ever since I knew what sex is, I have been fascinated by it. I have had a very high level of hunger for it, never hesitating to explore all kinds of kinky things to the extreme. I had hoped that my husband would be equally adventurous in sex. But sadly, he turned out to be a tame Brahmin man.

It was always a hurried insert-thrust-cum affair that took less time than an injection in the dark. This left me with no other option but to look elsewhere for my adventures and satisfy my lust. It helped that hubby was abroad, and my daughters were almost always out of the home during the day.

I had a very liberal office that tolerated my frequent absences. I have had many adventures with colleagues, relatives, friends, strangers, service providers at home. I even paid young men and sometimes with women too. I do not mind who my partner is, as long as my always present urge is satisfied.

And as I grow older, my hunger for sex only seems to be increasing. So I go out of my way to find new partners and methods and enjoy my body to the fullest. I had written about my fling at a threesome in an earlier story.

After this, I got into a cuckolding situation with a lesbian partner. She was my colleague and about ten years younger than me. She was 37 and was married for 15 years. She has twin sons, now 13 years of age and in Class 8. We discussed sex in the office, and she knew my wild appetite for sex.

She was a normal sedate woman in sexual tastes and was conservative. But my continuous company inflamed her passions too. She confided in me that her husband was a wimp and that his cock was good only to pee. After repeated fucking in the initial years of their marriage, he barely got her pregnant.

After that, he hardly ever fucked her. She fingered herself when she felt the urge, which was about once a week. Her husband knew that she fingered herself. He encouraged her because it spared him the exertion of getting on top of her and plunging his pathetic little cock into her.

She once even showed me a picture of her husband’s cock taken on her mobile, and we laughed at it. It was black, shriveled and the head fully covered by foreskin so that it looked like a tiny pencil. “I wish I bite it off sometimes. I get so angry,” she said.

I remembered my passionate fucking with Rishi, my boyfriend, some months back that got me pregnant. I imagined his huge cock in comparison with this tiny cock and smiled. An idea was forming in my mind.

But before that, let me talk a bit about this friend of mine. She was transferred to my office last year, and we became good friends. We started talking about ordinary things, and soon our talks turned to sex. I said that I had masturbated daily since my husband was abroad.

She said that she too had to masturbate though her husband was with her. Slowly I let it made known that I was into multiple relationships with my sister’s husband, colleagues (I pointed out two to her), several strangers and paid boytoys.

One day we discussed lesbianism. She confessed that she had a lesbian relationship while in school and had liked it a lot. “A woman understands another woman’s body better than a man,” she said. Her name was Divya, and her husband was Navneet.

I invited her to my home one Saturday for tea and gossiping. My daughters attend college even on Saturdays, so we had the home to ourselves. We had tea with pakodas and then made ourselves comfortable and kept talking. I was in a nighty, and she was in salwar kameez.

I veered the conversation towards lesbianism and sex. I asked her more about what girls can do to each other as if I did not know. I have had lesbian threesomes too. She was eager to educate me. Slowly we grew silent, and I leaned and kissed her fully on her lips.

Her lips were soft, moist and fragrant. She opened her mouth to let my tongue in, and our tongues played with each other. We exchanged saliva copiously. Her saliva, too, was fresh and smelt faintly of rosewater. We were sitting on the bed, looking deeply into each others’ eyes.

We lay down facing each other. I lifted my nighty and whipped it over my head. I was only in my panties with my tits open. I pulled off her kameez. She untied her kameez on her own and lowered it with her feet. She was in a black bra and panties, and they were a sharp contrast on her milky white skin.

I put my arms around her and unhooked her bra from behind. She was a slim girl, and her tits were pert and cute. They did not at all look like tits that had fed two lusty male twin kids. They looked like a teenager’s tits compared to my huge bust. Her nipples were honey brown and raisin-like.

I started licking her tits and took her nipples into my mouth one by one, and started sucking. I then knelt on the bed and asked her to kneel too. We peeled off each others’ panties. I had a dark curly bush of wiry pubic hair on my cunt while hers was clean-shaved and was smooth as butter.

Unlike Indian cunts, hers was very light in color and looked baby pink. The lips were partly open. Her red cherry clit was peeping out. “My God, Divi, what a beautiful choot you have! Your hubby must be crazy not to worship it every hour of the day,” I exclaimed.

I dived to pry open her cuntlips with my tongue and lick deep inside. “Your choot too is great, Didi,” Divya said, “It is mature, and I can see that it has seen the world and is very experienced.” We laughed and started enjoying each others’ bodies seriously.

“And Didi, don’t mention my eunuch hubby. Given a chance, I would have him lick your toes and drink your pee so that he gets some power and lust in his sad little cock,” her voice was trembling. When I looked at her eye, I saw a drop of tear.

I understood that she was genuinely hurt that her husband was such a useless man who lacked manliness. I hugged her body tight and kissed her. “We will, Divi, we will shame your husband one day and make him into a man who will crave and worship your divine body,” I said.

I slowly started opening up with her. “You know what? Most men are wimps. My hubby, too, is. I have had my hubby see me fucking other men. And now he respects me since he knows that I am not his property,” I said.

Divya was very aroused by now. We resumed sex passionately. We went into 69 position. For such a small, cute cunt she was leaking like a fountain. I, too, was wet all over. I drank her all up. Her cunt juice, too, had that mild erotic flavor. Feminine and elegant, fragrant and mild.

She was rubbing her face all over my pubic hair and cuntlips like crazy. Soon we both orgasmed heavily and lay back satisfied. That was when I started talking to her about Rishi and how we could cuckold her husband. But that is for the next part.

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