Fulfilling Desires Of A Middle-Aged MILF
Hi friends! I am back here with another real-life story of mine, which happened sometime last year. For those who don’t know me, I am Ritesh, 25 years old guy working in Bangalore. First of all, thanks guys for the overwhelming response for my first story, which inspired me to write this one. I know some people have asked me about the part 2 of my first story. Don’t worry, I will soon be writing that too. Now, coming to the story. This is something that happened last year. I was in Mumbai on a short layover trip, while coming back to Bangalore from UK. I was staying in a hotel. In the night, I heard some loud noises from the adjacent room. Well, not the noises you guys are thinking about. Haha. Those were the sounds of a lady crying and asking for help. They were loud enough that I couldn’t stop myself, but also didn’t want to directly go to the room. So I called the reception and asked if they can tell me who lives in the next room. They obviously couldn’t give me the details. So I asked them to please check, as I heard some noises from the room. After a while, the noises went down. The next morning, I dared and went to that room. I rang the doorbell. A small kid (7-8 years old, I guess) opened the door. I asked him, “Hello dear. Is your dad or mom here?” He replied, “Dad will be back soon, but mom is here”. And then came the lady of the story – a middle-aged lady, having fat at the right places. She asked me if she can help me. I replied, “Actually that is what I have come to ask you. I am Ritesh, I am staying in the next room. Last night, I heard some noises and was a bit scared. So I just wanted to check with you, is everything ok?” She said, “Yeah, everything is fine. Don’t worry about it”. I said, “Sorry ma’am for interfering in your personal life. But as a fellow human, I had to ask. Still, do let me know if I can help you in any way. And sorry again if you think I shouldn’t have asked.” I left from there and we didn’t talk after that. While I was checking out from the hotel (the next evening), the receptionist handed me an anonymous letter. She told me that they have received an anonymous letter in the name of Room 207 (the room in which I was staying). I took the letter and opened it. There was nothing written in the letter, except 2 words – “[email protected]”. It was an email address which didn’t have the person’s name in it, but more of a generic kind of email. I took it and left. I was wondering throughout my flight that who could be it, and why would someone just drop me his or her email id. Should I contact that person or not? I decided to just drop a note and ask who it was. When I landed back in Bangalore, the first thing I did was dropping a mail to that id. I wrote just three short sentences about who I was, how I got this email id and asked who that person was. I didn’t receive any reply for a few days, and then on a weekend, I got a reply. There she was. She introduced herself to me. Her name was Rajshree. She thanked me for showing concern at the hotel and said that she thinks I am a nice man. She also apologized if what she told me was rude. From there on, we started chatting over email and then on hangout. We soon developed a decent enough friendship bond. And then I asked for her number. By that time, she was comfortable enough and gave me her WhatsApp number. We started chatting, and sometimes even on call. She didn’t tell me what happened on that night in the hotel. But I always sensed a feeling of sadness, dissatisfaction, and pain in her words. It took her about 3-4 weeks to open up. She told me that her husband who has recently started a new startup remains busy, and doesn’t love her much. When she asks for it, he does have sex with her, but like a formality – just one round. Also sometimes he gets angry when she asks for more. This was the reason for all the fight between them. I started to console her. I used to say, “Don’t worry dear, it will be all sorted once his startup gets settled”. She was like, “And when will it be? I know what will happen when he is settled, he will get busy in managing it. He doesn’t and won’t have time for me”. Then I dared and asked, “Can I help you in some way?” She asked, “How”. “I don’t know, maybe if you need some help related to your bodily needs, I can help you. I can come to Delhi for a weekend if that’s fine with you”, I said. She said that she will think about it and get back to me. The next night, she messaged me, “Were you serious about coming to Delhi and fulfilling my physical needs?” I instantly replied, “Yes, of course”. We then started planning how to execute it, as she was living with her family. We made a plan. She will tell her family that she was going to her brother’s house, who also lives in Delhi and will be back by Sunday night. Meanwhile, I booked a hotel room. I reached Delhi in the morning and I took a cab directly to the hotel. She met me near the hotel and boarded the cab with me. We entered the room, but none of us was directly ready to jump to sex. We sat for a while, talking. I lied down with my head in her lap. And from there we started. I started kissing her thighs while lying in her lap. I was holding her belly and kissing all over her thighs from over her saree. Then I kissed her belly, which was looking so sexy. While kissing her belly, I touched her boobs gently. Then I got up a bit, pulled down her ‘pallu’, licking her cleavage and pressing her boobs. She was pressing my head more and more into her boobs. She told me that her husband hadn’t done this to her in the last (at least) 4 years or so. I was kissing on her neck, shoulders, behind the earlobes, and over her chest, while pressing her boobs simultaneously. Then I went further up and started kissing her on her lips. We were lip-locked for a good 10-12 minutes.