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My name’s Rahul, 25 years old, living in Mumbai. I’m a decent-looking guy, fair skin, average build, and my dick’s a normal size, enough to satisfy anyone. I used to work as a production manager in an export house, handling everything from getting goods made to shipping them out. That’s where I met Rupali, a 30-year-old married woman who worked with one of our vendors, managing their operations. She had a 2-year-old daughter, but her figure was killer—34-28-36, with round, juicy boobs and an ass that could make any guy’s dick stand up in a second.
Our talks started over the phone for work. Slowly, they turned personal. We’d chat on WhatsApp, sometimes late at night, but I avoided messaging too much after hours because of her married life. One day, I had to visit her office. I’d never seen her before, only heard her sexy voice that always got me thinking about how she’d look. When I saw her, damn, I was floored. She was in a pink saree, her boobs popping out like two ripe mangoes, and her ass swaying with every step. I recognized her instantly, but she didn’t know me until I introduced myself. She was shocked, smiled, and said, “Oh, you’re Rahul? I thought you’d look different!”
We shook hands, and her soft touch sent a current through my body. I couldn’t stop staring at her boobs, and my dick was already getting hard. We sat down, ordered tea, and started talking. Her saree pallu slipped a bit, showing her cleavage, and I was lost. I teased, “Rupali, your voice is hot, but you’re way hotter!” She laughed, blushing, and said, “Oh, really? Don’t try to flatter me!” I swore I wasn’t lying. Her smile had this naughty vibe that drove me wild.
While sipping tea, she asked if I had a girlfriend. I said yes and showed her a photo. Her face dropped a little, but she said, “She’s pretty.” Then she stepped away for a bit. I noticed her purse was open, with a sanitary pad inside—guess she was on her period. When she came back, her ass swayed so perfectly, I couldn’t take my eyes off. We talked work, and I said I’d catch her later. She told me to text when I reached the office, like a wife telling her husband. I did, and she replied, “Good, take care, miss you.” I was stunned but thrilled.
Months later, I quit that job and joined my dad’s business. I got a new phone, and lost touch with Rupali. I was bummed, but one day she called out of the blue. I was over the moon. We started talking again, and she asked about my family. I asked about her husband. She said he’s a driver in a big company, 8 years older than her, and their marriage was rushed. Her tone hinted she wasn’t happy with him, especially in bed. Our chats got dirtier. She’d say, “My mother-in-law sleeps with us because their room has AC.” I joked, “So, no action at night?” She laughed, “It’s been months since anything happened.”
Soon, we were super open. She’d say, “God, I crave chudai so bad, what to do?” I teased, “Your husband’s so lucky, and he’s still leaving you horny?” She giggled, “Yeah, your wife will be the lucky one.” Her words were like a green signal. I suggested, “Rupali, let’s hang out, grab lunch, refresh your mood.” She teased, “Oh, looking for a chance, huh?” I clarified, “Just lunch and fun.” She agreed. I said, “I’m free on Friday, take a half-day off, we’ll chill till evening.” She was in.
Friday came, and I was buzzing with excitement, thinking how to fuck her but scared she’d think I’m just after her body. We met at a hotel at 2 PM. She wore a pink Punjabi suit that hugged her curves perfectly. Her boobs were bursting out, and her ass jiggled with every step. We sat, ordered food, and chatted. I thought sitting there wouldn’t get me anywhere. I asked, “Rupali, when do you need to be home?” She said, “6 or 6:30.” I suggested, “Why sit here so long? Let’s catch a movie after lunch.” She went quiet, but my dick was throbbing. Food came, and while eating, I said, “Rupali, if someone sees you here, it could be trouble. A movie’s safer and fun.” She looked into my eyes and said, “Okay.”
We got tickets for a 3:45 PM show of Badmaash Company. The hall was nearly empty since the movie was two weeks old. We took corner seats in the last row. I was excited but nervous—she was married, after all. The movie started, lights went off, and 10 minutes in, I slid my hand toward her. She grabbed it. I held her hand for 10 minutes, her boobs looking irresistible in that suit. I checked around—nobody nearby. I put my hand on her shoulder and rubbed it. She looked at me and said, “Remove your hand.” I made a sad face and did. Five minutes later, she touched my elbow, rested her head on my shoulder, and said, “I need to relax, I’m so stressed.”
I caressed her cheek and said, “Rupali, you’re amazing. I want to see you happy. Forget your stress.” She took a deep breath and relaxed. I kept stroking her cheek, then moved to her lips. I touched them, and she gripped me tightly. I lifted her head from my shoulder and looked into her eyes. She stared back. I kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear, “I’m always here for you. I’ll keep you happy.” I kissed her ear and blew hot air. Her body shivered. I asked, “Can I kiss my Rupali fairy?” She smiled, “Yes, your Rupali will love it.”
I turned her face and kissed her lips. Slowly, I ran my tongue over them, sucking gently. At first, she didn’t respond, but soon she was sucking my lips back. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, playing with hers. Fuck, it felt like heaven! I put my hand on her boob and rubbed it. She grabbed my hand, pushed it away, and said, “No.” I looked into her eyes and said, “Rupali, don’t worry, I won’t do anything wrong.” I kissed her lips again. I placed my hand back on her boob, squeezing it. My other hand went from her neck to her other boob. Every time I pressed, her body trembled.
I squeezed her boobs harder. Her nipples were hard through the suit. I was sucking her lips on one side and rubbing her nipples on the other. I slid my hand inside her kameez. Her skin was so soft, I went crazy. I touched her navel, then moved up. I squeezed her boobs over her bra. She was losing control. I lifted her bra and massaged her bare boobs. Her nipples were rock-hard. I pulled my hand out, licked my fingers, and rubbed her nipples again. She moaned, “Rahul, slowly, something’s happening to me.” But I wasn’t stopping. I kept squeezing her nipples and sucking her lips.
I grabbed her hand and put it on my dick over my pants. My 6-inch cock was rock-hard. She felt it, and I was in heaven. I ran my hand over her thighs, slowly moving to her chut. I touched it over her salwar, and the thin fabric let me feel its heat. I rubbed her chut hard. She was going wild, moaning, “Aah… aah… Rahul, slow down!” She bit my lips and gripped my cock tighter. I untied her salwar’s drawstring and slid my hand inside. Her panty was soaking wet. I massaged her chut over it, and she moaned louder, “Aah… aah… yes…” Her breaths were fast, her chut’s heat burning my hand.
I slipped my hand inside her panty. She tried to stop me, but I kissed her, calming her. She loosened her legs, and my hand reached her hairy chut. It was dripping wet. I slid one finger inside. She shivered, “Aah… Rahul, slowly… aah…” I moved my finger in and out. She was lost in pleasure. She unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock, and started jerking it. My thick, hard dick was throbbing in her hand. I fingered her chut while she stroked my cock.
For 5-7 minutes, I kept fingering her. She moaned, “Aah… yes… harder… aah…” Suddenly, her chut gushed, her body shaking. I slowed down and asked, “Should I continue?” She gasped, “Don’t stop, do it harder!” I fingered her faster. She grabbed my neck, moaning, “Aah… yes… more… aah…” Her chut squirted again, soaking my hand. I kept going for 5 more minutes, then pulled my hand out and put my fingers on her lips. She licked them. I put my finger back in her chut, then licked it myself. Fuck, the taste was amazing!
She’d cum, but my cock was still hard. I pulled it out and gave it to her. She jerked it fast, spitting on her hand to make it wet. Five minutes later, I came, my load spilling onto her hand.