Horny Sex With Mature Aunt In A Marriage
Hi, my name is Aryan, 23 from Bangalore with another sexual encounter. This story is about how I’made out with a mature lady in a marriage function. My friend Vikas had invited me to his sister’s marriage which was going to take place in Hubli. So I went to Hubli along with him in the car prior to marriage for preparation. Soon I got introduced to his family and relatives. There I’met Vikas’ Aunty Sandhya. She was a sexy desi Indian lady who had perfect flesh in her body and pure fat at perfect parts. Sandhya Aunty was in the late 30s around 38. She was a classy woman. After a couple of days, I got to know that she owns a beauty parlor. As I used to help their family with the preparation all their family members got close and known to me. But I had this urge of trying Sandhya. I don’t like calling aunty as I feel I like treating them more like a lady. Maybe because she had perfect body shape and every guy would want to bang her. She used to wear saree in a very ethnic way. She had big boobs of 36b. She wore saree such that her boobs shape would clearly be seen as a shape of a pot. Her boobs hugeness would be seen from the side where she had her pallu over the shoulder. It would reveal the size and shape of her boobs. Whenever she used to lift her hands I used to look in that space to see her big boobs. I don’t know if she knew of my intentions. I tried to talk to her as much as possible with different excuses. After the 3 days, I was told by Vikas to wait. I need to take his mom to get some bangles for the wedding from the market. Vikas and his other friends went to the marriage hall where preparation was being done. Vikas mom called me and said beta go to market with Sandhya. She will come with you to get items. I was surprised that instead of Vikas mom Sandhya was coming. I was happy and inside I was craving for her. She came and sat with me and I asked her. Me: Aunty shall we go? S: Did you call me aunty? Call me Sandhya. Me: Sorry, ok. While driving there was silence which she broke. S: Actually Sumitra (Vikas Mom) wanted to come but I insisted I will go. After some time. S: What’s your name? Me: My name is Aryan, Sandhya. S: Oh you seem to be full fast, you calling me Sandhya now. I was all hard as her boobs were touching me and her flesh was making me go crazy. Me: Nothing like that. You don’t look like Aunty also. S: So how old are you?? Me: I am 23, have completed graduation. S: Oh I see you must have had so many girlfriends in your college days. I didn’t say anything and understood that I can fuck this woman easily. The shop came and I had to stop. S: Give me your phone I need to click pictures and send on Whatsapp. I gave my phone and then she told Whatsapp these pictures to me. After that, we took those bangles and went home. And later I got busy with work. Suddenly I got a message on my phone. S: Hi Sandhya here save this number and don’t tell anyone. Me: Ok. After this, I realized she had wild pussy inside her saree wanting to be drilled. After ok I didn’t reply and after some time. S: I think you are not interested to chat with me. Me: Nothing like that dear, actually I’m happy to get your number. S: Why?? Me: You are so beautiful, if you were mine I would marry you. S: But I am old and you don’t like aunty types I guess Me: My ex-girlfriend was also of your age. S: So you are aunty boy, did you satisfy your ex-girlfriend?? Me: Do you want me to prove you how I satisfied her? S: Ok today evening there is no function. You come to drop me home and prove me. Let me see how this young generation is growing. Me: Sure Sandhya. After this we kept making excuses to see each other, give looks to each other and smile in public from either corner And after dinner, she came to me and asked me to drop her. She was guiding me to her place. While I was being funny and making her laugh. We reached her place. It was an independent house. I asked what about your hubby. He will be with Prakash (Vikas father). They are going to booze so he won’t come and he has informed he won’t come home. You don’t worry about all that. It’s my problem. After this, she welcomed me home and was standing to lean on the door. “So mister handsome,” she said. In one second I dropped the vehicle key near her leg and purposely went to take it. I held her legs and kissed it. She knew I had come fully planned to fuck her. She just remained silent. She was standing and I was sitting on both my legs (as if we sit while praying). Then I kissed her legs. I held both her legs and kissed them. Then I slowly started moving to her knees to which she started lifting her saree. I told her don’t do anything. I’m going to make you tired. Then I lifted her saree and I went inside her saree. She was standing. I was inside her saree between her legs in the space of her petticoat. I kissed her knees, and then slowly started to raise my tongue from her knees to thighs. I was doing all this slowly. I was sweating as I was inside and then with kisses, licks, and bites. I moved to her inner thighs. While I was licking her inner thighs I was pushing my head over her pussy perpendicularly. I guess she had spread her legs and because I was inside her saree. I kept licking her inner thighs. Then I grabbed her ass and with a sudden jerk. I kissed exactly on her pussy from the center. I don’t know what was happening to her as she was pressing herself deep down to me. I kissed her panty and bit it. She was all wet. The good thing was her pussy was neat and clean. I had become very wild and wanted to taste her as much as I can. I took my teeth and dragged her panty downwards. I didn’t use my hands as these kinds of stuff are usually loved by a horny woman. Using my teeth and mouth wasn’t that easy job. So I was moving here and there. These movements would make her wetter. Her pussy had these two big lips wrapped along themselves.