Losing Virginity To My Aunt – 1(The Tension)

Hello everyone. My name is Rahul and I am 29 years old investment banker in Bangalore. Connect with me on [email protected]. Life has shown me so much that not everything could be described over a story.

Yes, what I am going to narrate is a real story and true to its core. I am a married man with an amazingly beautiful wife named Soniya. We are lost swingers. what I mean by that is we have started swinging since last six years but got lost in our own life. A part of swinging was lost somewhere.

For the benefit of all the readers, swinging is very much in the air in Bangalore much like other metros. Though people still think sharing wife is taboo but sometimes watching your wife getting fucked by another married man is a real turn on.

And trust me, it is indeed intoxicating to watch another hard long dick entering your wife’s wet sweet and throbbing cunt. In Bangalore, we have met many amazing sweet loving trustworthy couples who understand a simple yet very intriguing fact. That love and lust are two absolutely different aspects of life.

And sex for that matter is just the lust that is one of the sole key intimidation for human life. We were married for 3 years but have been in a relationship for more than 10 years. So we know having sex is not cheating, its more of a physical need than spiritual.

We love each other so much that we can’t live without each other. However, when it comes to sex, it is not limited to ourselves. The simple theory isn’t it, nowadays having sex is not so uncommon but sometimes it happens by the turn of events.

We are very cool with that too. As we love each other so much that merely getting physical does not bother us. So to be clear, we decide when to fuck, who to fuck and actually where to fuck.

Moving on to the incident that I am going to narrate. It’s about me, beast, and the list of amazing women I have been intimate throughout my life. I will be honest, growing in an Indian society where SEX is a taboo, it creates opportunities as well.

Today I am going to share my experience in brief with my first sex partner. My Aunt!!! Her name is Saundarya, an amazing MILF. Big boobs, slim waist, and a big ass. Her age would be 24 when she got married to my uncle. I understand it was incest but trust me, like swinging still being a taboo but very much happening, so is incest.

It is there and many people could relate it too I am sure but it is indeed very much there as well. Going back, my aunt Saundarya, a mother of a child age 5 years seduced me and introduced me to the world of sex. I was 18 when I first had sex, saw a real cunt, clean, fair juicy and tight.

My aunt and I were very close since she got married to my uncle. I used to love her company. She was like that brat teenage even though she was years elder to me. She used to bug me a lot asking was about my girlfriend etc and also use to fight with me.

We were so close that my mum used to sense that we have fought when we used to ignore each other. My family including my uncle knew that we were very very close but not in a dirty way. Even till the day I first tasted her cunt juice, I never had a bad feeling for her.

My mum used to trust her so much that when my mum would travel to our native place, she made sure that Aunt cooks for me and takes care of me. Little did she know that aunt will not only take care of my meals but my 7-inch dick as well. She was having a 4-year-old baby when we first made love.

She was 28 when we committed the sweetest incest ever. When she got married to my uncle, I was very young. Technically, she has seen me and my dick grow. She had long hair. Even though she was a mother of a baby, her curves were to die for.

Boobs, amazingly fair and busty, waist, flat and slim and the most sensuous thing was her ass, big, firm and truly wide. In the saree, her ass was the only thing to die for. She used to dress in such a way that her belly button was always visible.

Her hairs, so smooth and long that when she is naked, her hair could cover her voluptuous boobs and could reach up to her clean pussy bump. Man, seeing her sexy eyes and a holy damsel without an inch of cotton from top to bottom, anybody would lose their dignity.

From the back, you could actually print an hourglass, broad shoulders, smooth back converging towards her waist and widening up to create that heart-shaped ass. I at the age of 30, could die for it. Her slender legs if stretched apart could give a glance of those slim pussy life barely covering her cunt hole. Moist and juicy as always.

Moving onto the incident, it was the summer of 2007 when the journey of pleasure, sex, and lust began. She was the one whom I fantasize about fucking hard till now.

Day 1: It was almost 2:30 pm in the afternoon when I reached her place after having a Saturday lunch. It was a get together in our house but she left quite early on the pretext of taking a shower. I followed her after 30 minutes cause I was not able to watch my game due to other guests.

Upon reaching she opened the door and let me enter. From the look of her, I could guess that she was getting ready to take bath. Knowing that it was me, she opened the door in a haste. But I could see her red bra and panty wrapped in her towel which was the indication that she was preparing for a bath.

For a moment, my eyes were stuck to those lovely red panties, the lacy ones you know. she suddenly realized and asked me what am I looking at. I said nothing to answer her. I was watching the game and she suddenly came and sat beside me. She was telling all bullshit.

Then suddenly she said- “Rahul, you know what, I saw a dream yesterday and trust me it’s very naughty which I can’t tell you.” Listening to that I was kind of inquisitive to know more. I pestered her to tell me what was the dream but she just said that I am too young to understand her dream. I was pissed and I left and attended my evening classes.

Day 2: After the previous day was over, I returned from my classes in the evening and saw my Aunt in my house with her kid. Again, amazing saree, her navel was visible. I went to the kitchen to drink water and she followed.

I was drinking water when she came behind me on the pretext of taking a glass and brushed her hand over my zip. I turned in shock and then she stood just behind me rubbing her pelvis in my ass. It was a different feeling being an 18-year-old boy.

While she was going, I held her hand and pulled her close to me and again asked her what was her dream. She teased me by saying I am a boy and for me to know the dream I need to become a man. She glanced on my zipper and left.

I was anxious as to what she meant. We were like friends and all the teasing was getting me a boner. Even though I was in two minds with all the adrenalin, I was confused by what she meant when she said I am just a boy looking at my zipper. After some time she left.

Day 3: It was some holiday. I was already perplexed by her words. So I went to her place again in the evening. I faintly remember that our family was supposed to go somewhere. My uncle and cousin were already in my home. I was called by her to take her to my place so we could go out.

I reached and she opened the door. I went and sat on the sofa. The thought was running in my mind to unravel the mystery of what she meant. Suddenly. She opened the wardrobe and pulled her saree that she planned to wear. Along with that, she pulled her black petticoat.

After that, she pulled a black bra, lacy one. I was sitting right there yelling at her to get ready fast but she was taking her own sweet time. Just in front of me, she pulled the bra from the almirah. It was like the time slowed down. I could see her holding the strap by one hand and pulling it out slowly.

The netted cups, the lacy covers just went right in front of my eyes. Once the bra is out. She again extended her arm and start pulling her panty from the drawer. First, she lifted a red one, kind of lifted it up stretched it through showing her panty slit and kept it back. Then she pulled a black one.

Man, I was confused seeing it. I could actually not see a panty but just strings. Technically, it was just strings tied together except for a little more than the strings in the crotch area. She stretched that too and took it to the other room to change. I was restless. Man, I truly was.

I was sweating thinking about what I just saw. I was in two minds if it was actually happening. I was doubtful if my sexy aunt was actually trying to seduce me. I couldn’t hold back. I just romped in the room. Her saree was off and she was about to remove her petticoat.

I was standing still. I went close to her and asked her, what she saw in her dream. She tried to push me and change the topic. but I was adamant, I went close to her, very close to her. So close, that her blouse clad boobs were touching my chest. Her intoxicating smell filled my nose.

I again asked her, what she dreamt. This time she pushed me and asked me to leave. She said-” Rahul, why are you here, you want to know my dream or you want me to see changing clothes. Do you want to see me in my bra and panty? or do you want me to see me remove my petticoat for you to see my panty? Do you want me to get naked in front of you? What the hell do you want?”

Man, I was baffled, I was like is she really asking me or provocating me to what she wanted to do in front of my eyes. I was so tensed that I turned around not to see her in this situation. Yes, I have been raised a gentleman, instead of exploiting the situation I turned back. Or maybe I was too afraid to handle the situation.

I was standing still. No words were spoken. My aunt, in the interim, removed her blouse. I could hear her opening her blouse behind me. I am sure she was watching my movements and maybe was expecting me to turn around which I didn’t. Then she removed her bra, her bra-clad boobs were free. To tell the truth, how I know, I was monitoring her through the corner of my eyes.

Then she gave a little squeeze to her nipples and moaned. I was hard, very hard. Then she reached to her petticoat knot and released it down. It fell with little hush sound. My heart was beating hard. I know she was naked but didn’t dare to face her.

Then she slowly dropped her panty looking at me. Once she was out of her panty, I could notice she sub her pussy slit slowly just to expect I turned but I didn’t. She spread her legs standing just behind my back and entered her cunt with two fingers.

Enough had taken place, maybe she thought it was enough for today so she reached out to her new bra and panty and started to wear them. Then she put on her clothes. Once fully dressed, she tapped on my shoulder saying, “Rahul, let’s go, the family is waiting.”

Her tone had a sign of disappointment. I could feel in her voice the need of her to get an orgasm which I deprived her of it. The whole session took five minutes but I still remember, it was the most sensuous and long five minutes I had ever experienced. I started my bike and she climbed on the bike in the usual two-way manner.

Before getting down she whispered- “Rahul, you are a not a man.” Those words were like a sword in my heart. I gave an angry look She said, -“Don’t look at me like that you coward.” She left me questioning myself and entered my house. I was angry, hard and very horny.

I straightway went to my room, and the bathroom to release myself. Little did I know that she was watching me. I came hard, I really came hard. After coming out, before we could start our journey to our function, again she whispered in my ears- ” Cowards shoot on walls and not inside a woman… bloody coward.”

That again made me angry. For a moment I thought of taking her saree apart making her naked and destroying her burning cunt but controlled my anger in front of my family. Throughout the function, we were exchanging looks. Damn, she was looking so hot and sexy with all her curves.

And me knowing what she was wearing beneath the layer of her saree was driving me crazy. there were instances when her back was towards me and that huge ass was as if inviting me to tear it apart. Somehow the function got over and we returned. I was very horny.

All night I was not able to sleep and the glances of her removing her bra, fingering her pussy were passing in my mind. The tension between us kept increasing.