Hungry lioness

Hungry lioness
My name is Shalini. Yes, I was the hungry lioness. I got married in 1979 to an engineer in an PSU. He was working in a remote corner of Assam. I was born and brought in Bangalore in a very Mod way. I am basically, good looking, with an figure of 38-26-36 ever since my college days. My husband, Mr. Shashidhar, is a lean lanky, person with hollow cheeks, bony structure weighing less than fifty Kg! You can imagine what would have been my fate on bed. He used to get exhausted in less than two minutes leaving me as a hungry animal, with no sleep through out the night. After two years, we came on transfer to Ahmadabad, and hired a house in a corner of the city. The city was very good, but my husband could not take me out as he did not know riding of two wheeler. I always wanted to go for long rides, but every time he used to take me in bus. Gradually, there grew a bitterness and quarrels on a daily basis. I could no more imagine sleeping with such a person. But the woman in me could not sleep. She was hungry. There was a Punjabi neighbor staying on our top floor, who was also my husband’s colleague. His name was Manohar Bajaj. He was married and had a son aged two years. His wife, Nilam was very tall, lean but very good complexion. She was good looking also, but her only flaw was her flat chest. She almost had no breast. I used to make fun of her when ever we used to sit for chatting. But she was very sportive and used to tease me for my foot ball sized boobs. Once Mrs. Bajaj had to go to her home town in Punjab to attend the marriage of her cousin. She went along with her son, and Mr. Bajaj was alone in the house. She had requested me to send him his meals in the night, and he would eat in the canteen in the afternoons. I had agreed. First night my husband took the Tiffin box to his house. Next day in the morning he came to our house for breakfast. I had to go to Gandhi Nagar that day in connection with getting some endorsement from KV Sanghatan, Gandhinagar, on the back of the TC of our friend’s son who had left Ahmadabad on transfer to Assam. It was around 25 Kms, and I asked my husband to take me there. He said he had some important work. Suddenly, Mr. Bajaj told that he too had some other work at Gandhinagar, and if I don’t mind he can take me to KV Sanghatan. My husband agreed. Bajajji told me to be ready by 3PM. They left house there after. I had my lunch and then some sleep. Then I got ready. Cunningly I decided not to wear bra. I wore a white chicken work dress. It had deep neck which I hid with my dupatta. Bajajji came at 2.50PM and we left in his bike. While going I sat with my both legs on one side. I was sitting bit far off from him. We reached the place at 4 PM, and within half an hour my work was over. Mr. Bajaj also had some work at a State Ministry office which also was completed soon. Then we went to a restaurant. He ordered for some snacks, and coffee. In the restaurant, I was sitting opposite to him and I kept my dupatta aside. In between, I could see that he was often looking at me. I leaned forward, giving a good view of my cleavages. While drinking water I left some water to fall on my boobs, so that the white cloth became transparent, to clearly show the black areoles, and nipple to full view of Bajaj. He was now staring at them with out blinking his eye. I finished eating as if nothing had happened. When we left there, it was already dark. It was another two hour’s drive to home. This time I sat with my legs on either sides of the bike. As he sped faster on the high way, I told him that I am feeling scared and I encircled him with my one hand round his waist and other on his shoulder. Slowly, I moved forward pressing my breasts on his back firmly and holding him even tighter. There was fire in my body. My hand was now resting on his thigh while the other from his shoulder was pulling him towards me. He was driving the vehicle with no difference. I kept my head on his back and slid my right hand up from his right thigh on to his bulge. He did not resist, and his bulge was growing and growing much larger. I holding on to him and caressing on his shaft over his pant till we reached our house. It was late and we went home. When I reached the house it was locked. I opened it with a duplicate key and went in side. My husband had left a letter on the centre table saying that he had to go to Delhi on an urgent tour which was decided only in the late evening, and he would be back after a week. I showed it to Bajaj and asked to come for dinner after an hour. He went to his house. I prepared some rotis and dal with vegetables. I also prepared kheer with saffron, which I had heard from Neelu that Mr. Bajaj will like. Then I took bath in hot water. I wore a sleeveless, nylon lingerie, which much transparent. As I was not wearing any under garments, there was nothing for imagination. Just for looks, I put on a dupatta on me. Mr. Bajaj came at 10 PM for dinner. We had dinner silently. He was often eying at me. After dinner, I gave him kheer and also paan. At that time I removed my dupata and sat in front of him on the sofa. My breasts were now oozing out and fully visible. Due to excitement I was heaving my breasts up and down. He then told me good night and went near the door. I switched off the light and embraced him tightly. I lifted my face and invited him to kiss me. I held his head from back and pulled him offering my full mouth for a long and wet kiss. We melted in me and we reached our bed room. As I disrobed for complete nakedness, I held him close to me and undid his shirt buttons. He was hesitant a bit but, as I removed his shirt and kissed on his chest, his hands encircled me and we started kissing again and again. I removed his belt and his trousers. He was already grown in his undies. I slid my hand and held HIM softly. He started growing and growing to an enormous size.

I pulled his brief down and he was standing like a Greek God, beside my perfect body. I asked him to be seated on the bed and I sat down on the floor, taking him in my hand. As I caressed it with love, his hands were on my hair. I went down and took him in my mouth, slowly, and fully. My breasts were resting on his hairy thighs and hands were playing on my back. I held his balls in my hands, which were full and heavy. He started coming in my mouth. I tasted the nectar a bit and then held it back removing my mouth. I allowed it to rest for a while and locked his mouth for a very long kiss. His hands were squeezing my melons one after the other. He said that his wife had no breasts where as he was very fond of huge boobs like mine. I offered my nipples to his open mouth. He licked them, and took them fully in his full mouth for a very long time, while playing his hands on my bare back and ass. I was now very hot, wet and hunger lioness. I wanted him fully in me. Allowing him to lay back on the bed, I lowered on to him, keeping my one leg on either sides. I slid on to his long, fat erect; tool, slowly but fully with much ease, as I was so wet. It went like a hot knife in butter. I was now jumping on him like a jackal, my breasts heaving up and down. I climaxed again and again throwing huge cum on the sheets. We changed our positions. As he came on me and entered me fully, I was screaming with pleasure, and ultimate happiness. He had huge penis and endurance strength. We mated for almost an hour with no stoppage. Then he exploded deep inside me for a long time, filling me completely with his hot lava. I rested my head on his hairy chest for a long time and took a nap. He was also tiered and was asleep when I awoke. I recollected the heavenly experience, and automatically my hands went between his thighs. He was small now. I bent my head and took him completely in my hot mouth. Within no time, he grew to his full majestic size. This time our copulation lasted much longer than first time. In that one night we made love five times till six in the morning. Next whole week was a repetition, as he also took leave. Day and night made no difference, as we kissed, made love non stoppable. Even after my husband returned we were meeting in the afternoon, almost three times in a week. I was sure of my pregnancy which was confirmed when I started missing my periods. I got my most beautiful daughter form him and I am always indebted to Bajaj. This is not known to his wife.