Hot Night With My Unsatisfied And Divorced Friend
Hey guys! This is Shiva again from down south. I heartily thank all the lovely readers who responded to the previous threads of my experiences with their valuable feedbacks. I am lucky to have got your friendship guys. It means a lot. I am back with this story after a long time now because I didn’t want to write any fantasy stories. All my previous stories have been real and so will be my future stories too. That’s the reason for this long break. A small intro about myself for the new readers. I am Shiva, 25 years young, 172 cm tall, well-built, medium-dark skin tone, bearded guy, football player, and gym fit, average guy. This story may be a little lengthy, so do have patience. One fine evening during my college days, I went out to see my friends and while returning, I saw a girl on the road who was looking very familiar. I realized that it was my school classmate Deepika! I went and spoke with her and got her number and started talking to her daily. We became close and started to go out regularly. Eventually, we started hugging, smooching and kissing and this went on for a while. We didn’t have sex since she was scared. So I didn’t want to force her. Neither of us thought about getting into relationships or anything as such. We both were like friends with benefits and enjoyed each other without any future thoughts. As days passed, I got busy and so did she. And suddenly one day, she called me and said that she got engaged and will be married soon. And as she said, she got married too. After her marriage, I decided to not disturb her and wanted her to live her new life peaceful and happy. One evening, I got a call from an unknown number which turned out to be Deepika. I was happy to get a call from her and was asking how her new life was? She said that everything was going fine. From that day, she started texting me regularly, call me and even spoke to me till late night 2-3 am regularly. Days passed and we got close again. One night, I asked her about her sexual life. She told me not to ask about that. From the tone of her voice, I understood that there was some problem in it. I knew she would eventually tell me so I waited for her to open up herself. That day did come. She said that her married life was not at all good. It seems that her husband comes home after work tired, has food and directly fucks her and sleeps. There were no foreplays or any love between them. She said she hardly had any love for him nor did she enjoy being in bed. She said that she hated being in bed when her husband was there. I felt really bad for her. But I did not want to misuse her vulnerability. One night, she asked me whether I remember the things which happened between me and her. I said that I had never forgotten those lovely memories. I asked her whether she had regretted doing that. But she said that she remembers it daily and cherished it. It was that moment I came to know that she was mine again. I asked her whether I would get a chance to complete what I had left incomplete. To which she said that she was all waiting for it. So days passed and the issues between Deepika and her husband grew and eventually they fought over and landed up in divorce. A few months later, I informed her that I was planning to go on a bike ride to a hill station nearby and asked her to come. She readily accepted and we left. We reached the resort in the evening. We got our things to the room and sat down. I didn’t know how to start things back. That too after a long gap. So we decided to go for a walk and then have dinner and return back. So after returning, she went inside the bathroom, changed her dress to shorts and a small t-shirt and came back. She didn’t wear a bra or panty inside which was clearly visible. I was awestruck seeing her like this after a long time. She had definitely become more beautiful and mature after getting married. Her semi-erect nipples were poking out of her thin cotton t-shirt. And her shorts were getting folded inside her pussy and also got stuck between her ass. We both sat leaning on the pillows relaxed and were watching TV. I got close to her and started feeling her skin over mine. And slowly put my hands around and pulled her close and made her lean over my chest. I could see Deepika’s body getting warm and her breathing getting heavier. Her heartbeat was rising. I knew she was getting ready for a good time after a long while. I started kissing her hands, then her shoulders, neck and behind her earlobes. I could see her getting goosebumps and her lower lip inside her mouth biting trying to control her feelings. I took her earlobe inside my mouth and started to chew it slow and gentle. And my hands went right under her t-shirt, over her navel. I put my index finger inside her belly button and started swirling in deep. Deepika lifted her hips up by what I was doing. I slid my other hands a little up and got hold of her lovely left boob and started to squeeze it slowly from the bottom. She turned her head and came near to kiss. I instantly caught hold of her lower lip inside my mouth and started sucking them hard. Our tongues met in a short while and we were kissing hard like we used to a few years back. I got up from behind her and came on top of her. Then I made Deepika lie on the bed and inserted my head inside her loose t-shirt. I kept my face above Deepika’s belly button and a little below her boobs. I started making circles with my tongue and proceeded to move upwards with my tongue. I finally reached her cleavage. I kissed there and immediately got hold of a nipple in my mouth. I started sucking it wild. Then I moved to the other nipple and sucked it. Then I helped her remove her t-shirt. She was in her small shorts. I saw her wet over the shorts. I prefer fucking a girl after she gets her orgasm. So I got down and removed her shorts.