Debauchery Of A Young Married Woman

It was late and Amit was rushing to catch the local train. It was still an hour’s ride home and it was already 10.00 in the night. Amit was an average guy of 30 years, working for the last 7 years in Mumbai as an IT engineer but was still to make it big.

Amit was married to a beautiful girl Aneeta for the last three year. She had done her MBA and working for a financial company. She was far better placed in terms of earning and job profile. Amit opened the door of his apartment with his own key and went inside making as little noise as possible, as he knew that Aneeta would be asleep by now. He tiptoed to the bedroom and found her laying face down on the bed. He looked at her voluptuous body, her perfectly shaped arse bulging out nicely. Her black bikini panty was clearly visible through the thin material of her night gown. As he looked at her, he felt his cock started to harden; he controlled himself not to disturb her sleep, as it was a working day tomorrow.

He quietly changed, warmed his food and sat in front of the desktop, in the Bed room, with his dinner. He started to eat while waiting for the system to boot as he had some urgent work to finish.

As the computer came to life, he opened his files and got down to complete the assignment. During the process he needed some help from the net and as he logged on, the default page of Facebook loaded. He was logged on automatically by the browser into the account of Horny housewife. Curiously he went on to click the name and the profile page loaded showing a bigger picture. He instantly recognised the women in the picture as his wife. Although the face was not visible, he could easily recognize the transparent negligee that the woman in the photo was wearing. It was his wife Aneeta, wearing the black negligee which she used to wear during their initial months of marriage and which was really transparent and sexy. The picture was showing her ample cleavage and panty covered arse.

“Wow!” he exclaimed, “never expected she would be clicking such a bold picture of herself let alone post as her profile picture.” Fascinated, he went on to check the profile which did not reveal anything personal about her and even her name was mentioned as Anu. He never knew of this account of her and the friends list it showed also were unfamiliar. Curious, he continued browsing and forgot everything about his work.

As he checked some messages, it became clear that it’ was a secret Facebook account of her, through which she anonymously chatted about sex with anybody who was willing. He didn’t know she liked all this. The messages he read gave him an idea about her fantasy of submission, being forced, public sex, etc. and he found his cock getting hard again.

He clicked on the Inbox and saw a lot of messages, mostly from young guys who were trying to woo his wife and engage in sex Online. Then he found that there were messages from someone named Abhijit. He opened it and found they were regularly exchanging messages and discussing mostly about sex.

The more he read, the more he discovers the hidden side of Aneeta. In one mail she described her husband to Abhijit as “humorous, good in bed with an average size dick.” He liked his description except for the end part the “average size dick.” He thought five inches is good enough, not well hung as in porn movies but….. Off course Abhijitdescribed himself as well hung 7 inches and had a picture of him showing the erect member in full force. The picture was of a young Indian guy.

In one of the mails Aneeta had described her fantasy of being fucked hard by a stranger while her husband watched. The entire thing was described in great details and looked as if it had actually happened. Abhijit’s reply was, “I am ready to make it happen, have you already tamed your husband?”

Amit was livid. He was angry with Aneeta and ready to kill Abhijit only if he could be found. He pictured his sexy wife spreading for some stranger and shivered. Strangely he found himself aroused.

After a while, he composed himself and went on to browse the messages and then he stumbled upon amessage written by Aneeta describing how she lost her virginity. The moment he read the first paragraph, he knew it wasn’t him who took her cherry.

He read the message……..

I was so naive at that time; I have just completed 16 years and was studying in 11th Standard. I was very curious to experience sex but I never liked any of the boys who tried to woo me or maybe I was scared.
It was Navratree time and as you know, we Gujarati girls like to go for Dandiya. My father’s cousin; my Chachu accompanied me. He was 37 years old and already married. As my parents were out of town at that time, I decided to get a little bolder with my dressing.
I wore a yellow colour Ghagra with a matching backless Choli and tied behind with strings only. My long and slender back was naked. As the Choli was backless, I couldn’t wear a brassiere. My boobs were tightly held by the choli, producing an exotic cleavage. My ghagra was worn below the navel giving a great view of my flat tummy and deep navel.

My chachu let out a low whistle when he saw me in that outfit, “Looking sexy in this Ghagra Choli,” he commented.

“Stop it,” I blushed, “just because your wife isn’t in town doesn’t mean that you can start hitting at me.”
“No seriously, all the boys at the function won’t be able to take their eyes of you.” He continued with his flattery.

I punched at his arms, “Ohh, you flirt . You are such a bad man.,” I showed mock anger, “would you ever stop trying.”
We danced at a couple of places through the evening. All though the time, I could feel Chachu stripping me with his eyes. He just couldn’t take his eyes of my bouncing and jiggling breasts and for some strange reason, it aroused me.
After we reached back home, I went to my room to change. I changed into a thin nightie and then went off to sleep. But sleep was difficult to come. I was feeling so horny and yearning for a man’s touch.

A little while later, I saw Chachu stealthily entering my room and bolting it from inside. He came and lay next to me on my bed as I pretended to be asleep.

After a few moments, I was pleasantly shocked to feel Chachu massaging my hand. I felt myself getting wet between my legs. I was feeling a little randy and let things go on. I thought I would be able to control myself. A little bit of petting would be of no harm to anyone.

Slowly his hands started creeping towards my shoulder. The feeling I was getting was very pleasurable. Moreover, this was happening right when the rest of my relatives were fast asleep outside in the Living Room. It was a definite turn-on. I did not move. I was hugely turned on and I did not want to lose this opportunity.

Chachu was probably an experienced love maker. Still rubbing & massaging his strong palm reached its destination — my right boob. I had my nightie and I was sure he could feel my chest heaving in the dark. Suddenly I could feel his broad palm over my breast, and he pressed. A moan escaped my lips.

Chachu massaged my breast whilst I just lay without making a sound. I could now feel Chachu sliding towards me. He came up to my hand and slowly slept on his stomach positioning his penis into my hand. This was getting out of hand, with his penis in my hand. This was the first time that I was seeing an erect penis in real life; let alone touch one. Chachu started dry fucking my hand. By now the point of no return had been crossed.

Chachu turned his attention to my left breast and was literally mauling it. I had never been subjected to such forceful boob-pressing and I loved it. Suddenly I found him opening the hooks of my nightie. He used his left hand and opened the top three. His hand slipped in before I could move to stop him. He held me by the breast and pulled me towards him. I was literally gushing out in my panty. He removed his hand from my breast and held my face to his and snaked his tongue into mine. It was a welcome entry. I sucked onto it.

“Chachu, we must not be doing this, I continued with my fake protests while not wanting him to stop at all.
Suddenly I felt Chachu shifting himself under the rug. His warmth and skin contact was very comforting. His hands started sliding over my thighs and he headed straight for the honey pot. He moved his palm over my vagina and then suddenly grabbed my pubic hair. I shuddered. I could feel my first orgasm flooding through me. He then put his hand on my stomach and my panty and slid them to his target. I spread my legs a little to assist him.

He slowly bent over me and nibbled at my stiff nipples. I pressed his head into my bosom and felt the ticklish sensation of his mustache. Slowly he kissed his way to the wonderland and pressed his lips to my lower lips. I almost sat straight. This was a very novel experience for me. By now his tongue had entered my hole and found the G-spot. I sat and sandwiched his head between my cunt and my boobs. I rubbed them onto his neck. My pussy juices were running like a stream.

I was still lost in the sensation of the wonderful orgasm that I didn’t realize Chachu bunching my nightie around my hips and pulling my panty down. I raised my butt off the bed and allowed him to slide it off.

I felt him pushing his fingers into my already moistened hole and realized that he was lubricating his tool. Would I be able to take him in me? Without making a sound he mounted me and probed for the hole. He positioned his tool and I could make out the head of his tool at my entrance.

Slowly he applied pressure, and the penis head slipped in. I could feel pain as my cunt walls tried to grapple to his girth. I was trying to control my moans for fear of getting caught.

“ooooffff” a grunt escaped my lips.

Immediately I felt Chachu’s hand clasping my mouth to prevent more sounds. This was dangerous. He held me by my shoulders and started to push forward. The pain and pleasure were too much. I grunted into his palm and with a single push, he was in. I cried as his tool pierced my hymen and he waited till I caught my breath.
Once the initial pain and discomfort wore off, I nodded to him and instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. He started with his pelvic thrusts; slowly in the beginning and gradually picking up speed. The pleasure I was getting was just so unbelievable.

After about 15 minutes of slowly and laborious ramming, his pace increased. I could feel him about to shoot his seed into me. Though I was a novice in Love making, I wasn’t naïve. I knew that he could impregnate me. Fortunately, Chachu pulled out his glistening prick from the confines of my slushy cunt. He then took my hand and made me wank him till he ejaculated into my palm.

Amit finished reading and was shocked to learn all this. His mind debated that it couldn’t be true; it must be a fantasy, but she had written it as a true incident. He was confused and felt betrayed, but one thing he was convinced that he was not the only person in her life and she had other partners as well. He perused the other messages and realized that his wife was boldly sharing her sex life with other guys too.

And then, he read another message from his wife to a guy named Raj.

You won’t believe this; today my Boss Mr. Dinesh Singh made me suck him. I was working late in the office and most of the staff had left for the day.
I was in the Conference Room, browsing through some documents to be prepared for the upcoming presentation when I felt his lips on my neck.
I turned around and found that the Conference Room door was locked and Dinesh smiling at me, with a lusty look in his lecherous eyes. As I stood with my hands on my hips, hoping he would leave, he came close to me and pushed his crotch against my thigh. He grabbed my boobs over my kurta and squeezed them hard.

“Sir pleaseMmmphhhhh!” was all I could protest before his hungry mouth plastered itself on my lips.
He then put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down in a squatting position. My body, thirsting for some male contact, obeyed. And soon his dick was an inch in front of my face, in its angry erect glory. My mouth instinctively opened up in an expression of surprise. And the crafty guy took that opportunity and shoved it forward straight inside my lips.

I was taken aback by this sudden movement. I gagged and tried to move my head back. But he had cleverly put his hands on my head, stopping that from happening. Before I knew it, his dick was inside my mouth and touching the back of my throat.

Obviously, I struggled. I am not a big fan of giving oral sex. But in that squatting position with his strong hands holding my head in place, I wasn’t really able to do much. The clammy hardness of his thick dick started making its presence felt in my mouth, rubbing against my tongue, my lips, and the inside of my cheeks. I felt like gagging, but it was suppressed too. And soon he was having sex with my mouth.

“Oh wow, you have a sexy mouth, Anu.” My Boss chuckled and kept going, as I struggled to maintain balance on my haunches.

Slowly, the revulsion of fellatio wore off and my tongue and mouth actually got used to the intrusion. I am ashamed to say this but I started enjoying the kinkiness of being on my haunches sucking off the Boss. When he realized that I had stopped struggling, he let go of my head. And for a minute or so, I squatted on the floor, my hands on his thighs as he fucked my mouth.

I was on my knees on the floor his thick dick invading my mouth. By now, I had gotten quite accustomed to having the organ in my mouth. And I was following his instructions.

“Take it all the way in until it touches your throat. Keep your lips pressed hard. Then take it out again…yes like that, Anu. Now roll your tongue over the tip. Hmmm…that’s good.”

Finally, about five minutes later, I felt his dick throb in that familiar way. Not wanting his semen in my mouth, I took it out and he spurted all over the carpet.

Dinesh Sir took me in his embrace and kissed me. I was sitting on my arse with my knees up and folded. As we kissed, I felt his hand move to my crotch. His two fingers gently rubbed against my clit over the fabric of my leggings and I shuddered.

“Dinesh Sir, no!” I broke the kiss and said, putting my hand on his hand.

“Please Anu,” he said. “Give me a chance to pleasure you and return the favour.”

“It feels wrong.”

“I won’t take off your panty.” he said, rubbing his fingers over that special spot again.

I squirmed as I wrestled with the decision. I was wet and I was turned on beyond belief. I needed the release. But I was scared that if I let him breach this last boundary, then nothing would be left. If I let him finger me, how long would it be before he wanted to go all the way? And I didn’t feel ready for it. But all this trepidation was disappearing with every stroke of his finger on my crotch. Finally, I took my hand away and whispered,

“Okay.”

He looked elated. While kissing me with his lips and one hand caressing my breasts, his other hand started its magic.

“You’ll like it. My wife loves it.” he said, and I felt a pang of jealousy at him mentioning my competition.

His hands went inside the waistband of my leggings and his index fingers rubbed my clit over the panty expertly as his thumb and middle finger traces the edges of my panty against my inner thighs. I felt myself getting aroused, my breath getting heavier. I kissed him really hard and even bit his lip as his index finger started stroking me harder and harder.

After a couple of minutes, his middle finger gently slipped inside my panty and touched my labia directly. I gave a start and looked at him. He stared into my eyes. I went back to kissing him and he took it like the tacit approval it was. Soon his three fingers moved the crotch of my panty to the side, exposing my pussy.

And now his fingers were directly playing with my clit without the wall of the fabric. My chest started heaving. And within a few minutes, I was thrashing about in his arms as a big orgasm swept over me. He kissed and bit me throughout, and we were like two young lovers in heat. Once my orgasm subsided, he respectfully covered my pussy with the panty again.

After the sexual release, guilt and shame swept over me. I got off the floor and started straightening my clothes.
I am a major crossroads. I still feel shame and guilt and discomfort at what I am doing with my Boss. At the same time, with every boundary I cross, I get more and more engaged in the process. As you can tell, all that remains is the final frontier. I still don’t know if I am ready to cross it. But I think about it a lot and I dream about it.

Amit read the message three times and for some bizarre reason, felt highly aroused. Part of him was a little jealous too at the fact that his wife was making out with her Boss.
TO BE CONTINUED……………………