Indian traditional wife Hoorain – Part 2
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Submit Report This story is part of the Indian traditional wife Hoorain series Hello everyone. Please read Part 1 first (link on top) if you haven’t read it yet. In this part, I’ll explore more about her and how I explored Hoorain’s body, not just in texts but in bed too. Hoorain enjoyed her first time having sex with a man other than her husband. I’ll describe how she agreed to spread her legs for a man who wasn’t her husband and her utmost level of enjoyment from oral sex. ***** After our ultimate level of chatting, I invited her to meet me in person. She was never ready, as it was her first time meeting. After a lot of insistence and many more requests, she agreed to meet at a public place only for a talk, with nothing else. I was disappointed a bit, but I consoled myself, thinking, “Let’s try it. I know it won’t be easy for her to take this step.” I informed Ahmad that she had agreed to meet in a mall for just a conversation. He was happy too – in fact, happier than me, as he wasn’t believing that she would take this step. A woman who never talked to a man other than her husband and her family was now agreeing to meet a man outside her family. One can agree on how badly she is sex-starved, how much patience she has had with her husband after the lack of sexual activity, and how much burden she may have been carrying inside. She also started wearing my chosen lingerie and would send me proof by clicking a picture of it. She used to wear regular, non-branded things. Then I suggested she wear Enamour and Jockey, and I also purchased some Victoria’s Secret for her, which she didn’t know about. I would gift them to her when I would rip off her inners when we met. After agreeing to meet in a mall for a conversation, she said she would be wearing a burqa. No doubt for me. I also suggested she at least remove it when she reached the mall. She denied it. I requested her to remove it in front of me. She denied it, saying, “No touching, nothing. Just meet, nothing else.” We met in a mall for a coffee. I reached earlier than her, waiting for her. I got a text from her; she had lied to her husband that she was going to meet her college friends for a get-together. Finally, we met. It was very daring for her and much-awaited for me. I texted her, “I’m in a blue shirt. I’m waiting, standing on the railing of the 3rd floor.” I spotted a lone woman in a burqa in the corner booth. Damn, she was amazing. Her soft hands, her killing eyes. I came back to my senses. I waited for her to sit. I walked straight over and sat beside her, not opposite, giving her some privacy in the corner of a wall. Anirudh: Hey, Hoorain. She paused for a while, and I could see the fear in her eyes. I made her calm and relaxed. It took a couple of minutes for her to get back to her senses. I was in no hurry. Hoorain: Hey. Anirudh: You came finally? Hoorain: I almost didn’t. I waited for nearly 10 minutes outside, thinking about going back. Anirudh: I saw you. You were looking like you were praying for strength. Hoorain: I was. I ordered two black coffees, no sugar. When it arrived, I took out a chocolate muffin I had bought — her favourite — and pushed it towards her. Anirudh: Still your favourite, with the soft centre. Her eyes softened behind her niqab with a smile. Hoorain: You remember? Anirudh: I remember everything, Hoorain. Your favourite dish, your favourite colour… And in a teasing way, I said, “I know your favourite position too.” She blushed when she heard that. We talked for an hour about her favourite things, dishes, and plenty more. Many times I thought about holding her hands, but I thought, “Let’s give her some space… let’s be patient… let her be relaxed. I don’t want her to turn down our next meeting.” The closest I came to touching her hand was when offering her a cup of coffee; our hands touched. I felt like some current passed through me. I never felt so special with a woman except her. Hoorain: I thought I would feel guilty the moment I saw you. Anirudh: And now? Hoorain: I feel calm, like I’ve been holding my breath for months and just exhaled. Anirudh: Then breathe here as long as you want. Hoorain: I would like to, but no. I need to go. And thank you for not making me take off my niqab. Anirudh: I have already seen you anyway — more than your eyes and many more things… Hoorain: Stop it. Don’t talk like that. Ok, now bye. Anirudh: Bye. I will be waiting for you for next time. I watched her walk past. I observed her walking away, her back against me. Her figure I couldn’t make out, but I would say she has an amazing, round ass a man would die for. After reaching home, she texted me. Hoorain: I’m home. I can’t believe I did it. Anirudh: You did it, and you were perfect. Hoorain: Your voice… It’s deeper than the voice notes. Anirudh: Yours is softer. I could listen to it for hours. But next time, no niqab, ok? Only if you want to… no rush. Hoorain: Let’s see. No promise. Bye for now ❤️ Anirudh: Sleep now. Bye, my princess. Imagine we are sleeping together, cuddling. As the game progressed, me and Ahmad had a chat. Ahmad: Hey man, how’s it going? Anirudh: Going well, man. Really, thanks a lot for you. Ahmad: Thank you, man. Anirudh: Have you seen any changes in her? Ahmad: Yeah, she smiles alone sometimes, holding her phone. Even though I know you’re behind it, I have never checked her phone so that she thinks I’m spying on her. I made sure I believed in her completely. She feels happier than before. Anirudh: She deserves more than this, man. Ahmad: I can’t believe she sent you her pics. I mean, I never expected it so soon. Anirudh: Me too. I double-checked with AI too, but no, she did send her pic. She’s gorgeous. You are very lucky, man. Ahmad: Thanks, but you will be luckier soon. Hope the day comes soon. Anirudh: Yeah, hope soon.
I can’t wait to enjoy her body, but I have to wait for it. Ahmad: What do you like about her the most? Anirudh: Her smile, her shyness, her simplicity. She is even more beautiful than I imagined. Soft skin, perfect curves, those big innocent eyes — absolute perfection. You’re lucky to have a woman like her. Most men dream their whole life and never touch beauty like her. Ahmad: I know I’m lucky, but you’re the one who gets to enjoy her properly soon. You’re going to be luckier. I hope. Ok, bye for now. Best of luck for the future. Hope you get her sooner. Anirudh: It’s my pleasure. Thank you once again. After talking with Ahmad, I felt more motivated. I wanted her more and more each day as our chatting went on. This time, I called her to meet, not in a mall but in a park. Again, this time, she agreed after showing much hesitation. She used to say, “I’ve never done this, Ani… please… but I don’t know why I’m into this.” I would say, “We should always do things that scare us. It’s more fun doing it.” It was a Sunday morning. She again lied to Ahmad that she was going to meet her friends for an hour. Ahmad also lied to her that he was going out of station and would be back by evening. This made her relaxed that she had some time. Then I used to think about her — that the woman who never lied in her life, who never went alone out of the home, was now doing everything that she hadn’t in her life. All this, I would say, is because of Ahmad. We decided to meet at 11 am in Cubbon Park. As expected, she was in a burqa, head to toe, all covered except her eyes and wrists. We greeted each other. Anirudh: Hey. Hoorain: Hey. After talking for a while, we decided to go for a walk. While walking, for the first time, our bodies touched each other — our shoulders and sometimes our hands. We talked for more than 30 minutes walking, and discussed plenty of things about our childhood. She used to say, “Thank you for not making me feel any wrong.” To that, I said, “You’re not wrong in either way. You are just waking up.” I myself was pushing my shoulders to hers so she would feel me more. Then there was some sloppy grass; she was about to slip on her feet. I touched her shoulders to save her from falling. The moment I saved her, she crushed against my chest. It was her first time crushing against a male’s chest with someone who was nothing to her yet. Our eyes met each other. Anirudh: Careful, my love. Hoorain: Thanks. Anirudh: Don’t thank me yet. I still have plenty of things to do with you; then you can thank me. (I said it in a teasing way as she blushed shyly.) Hoorain: Stop it. Don’t talk to me like that. Anirudh: Accha? In texts, to you, I will be more free. To this, she didn’t reply anything, rather than a shy smile. She held her hand to cover her face. Anirudh: Come on, Hoorain… be free with me. I’m not judging you here with anything. Look at me, Hoorain, properly. As she looked at me, I said, “I’m not going to touch you today, but I need you to feel how much I want you. Can you feel it?” When she looked at me, tears were already in her eyes. I stepped closer, held her chin, and wiped her eyes. Anirudh: What’s bothering you, sweetie? Hoorain: The things you are doing to me… I wanted to have with my husband. I pulled her to the side of a bench, made her sit, and sat close to her — so close that our thighs touched. I lifted her veil without asking her. For the first time, I was seeing her face with my bare eyes. Her tears were flowing. I wiped them, holding her cheeks. I could make out how badly she was hurt inside, how badly she needed sex with her husband, but she was left with no choice. The moment I touched her cheeks, she came back to her senses, looking here and there. I know she was worried about people. She was about to pull her veil back. I held her hands. Anirudh: Don’t, Hoorain. This is where you’re making a mistake. Let people think whatever they want. These people don’t know anything about us, so forget about it. And nobody is here. Recall our texts; I said to you there’s nothing wrong with it. Whatever I said to you, I like you very much. I was feeling very bad for her. I badly wanted to fuck her right there, grabbing her face and kissing her juicy, red, rosy lips. She was a very voluptuous woman I had seen, but I controlled my urges. Hoorain: I also need it, Anni, but I don’t know how. I need full happiness. Fuck, I liked it when she said “Anni.” Anirudh: Then what are you waiting for, sweetie? I know the rest; what to do, let me handle things from here. Hoorain: I know it, but I need some time, please. Anirudh: You have already waited too long, Hoorain. There’s no point in waiting. I know she’s waiting for the first move; she needs it badly and is worried for her first affair, worried for things she just imagined turning out to be reality. I need to make her comfortable and relaxed. I took her to a more secluded place, holding her hands and walking. I made sure nobody was seeing us and made her sit on the ground, resting her back on a tree, legs straight on the ground. I sat close to her, facing her. I looked in her eyes; her breathing got heavy as her boobs were going up and down in the thick layer of her burqa. Anirudh: Look around, Hoorain. Is there anyone around us? Is there anyone looking at us? She shook her head in ‘no.’ I could sense her fragility. Being patient and strategic, I knew that forcing or even asking for a kiss too soon could make her run away forever. Instead, I diverted her mind and to lift her mood, I leaned in slightly, close enough that she felt my breath, and whispered, “One day, I’m going to kiss your lovely, rosy lips that you will forget how to be scared.” The moment I did this, she froze. Her eyes got wide, her heart pounding. She pulled herself back and said, “I am not sure..” I smiled and pulled back. “I know, Hoorain, and I will wait until you can.
No hurry…no force.” This would make her trust me more and make her want to kiss even harder in the next meeting. We ended our meeting that day, walking past the gate holding her hands. She showed no objection, which made me feel I had won half of her. The door to glory was almost near — tasting her rosy lips, her voluptuous body, feeling it was almost near. The two years of waiting and patience were finally worth it. As we bid goodbye, I saw a smile on her face; she felt happy. This made me more motivated. A few weeks later, while we were chatting, she confessed again that Ahmad had gotten up early again in a disturbed manner. She was feeling really bad this time. I called her to meet me. I said, “Hoorain, please don’t hold onto yourself too much. I know it won’t be easy for you, but I would say, let’s meet. Please allow yourself to me. Just try and see. Give yourself some space. I assure you, nobody will ever find out about us. Just you, me, no third person will ever know.” She said, “I need full satisfaction.” I said, “Satisfaction won’t come in texts but in physical.” She said she would meet, but one thing she made me promise was that when she said stop, I should stop. I said, “Ok, as you wish,” but in my mind, I said, “Who’s going to listen to you when I wrap you?” This time, when we met in a café for a coffee, I pulled her out quickly and sat in the car. Then we rushed to the outskirts of the city. We stopped in a secluded way. She was sitting in a burqa with no hijab; her face was fully revealed. We talked for almost 15 minutes, light teasing, flirting. By every laugh, I leaned close to her. Finally, our fingertips brushed each other; neither of us pulled back. I held her hand in mine; her eyes were looking downwards in a shy way. I said, “Look at me, Hoorain.” As I said that, I lifted her by her chin. The moment she looked, her eyes were wide, mixed with fear and pleasure. I leaned closer, giving her every chance to stop, but she didn’t. I took my hand slowly to her cheek, brushing her cheekbone, playing with her cheek slowly. I was so close that she felt my breath on her. The moment I did, she trembled. Seeing no response from her, I slowly brought my lips close to hers. Wow, her sweet, red, rosy lips. I had waited too long for this pleasure. Finally, just a few inches away from me, from exploring her taste, I planted my lips on hers. She jerked but didn’t move. Not deep, just lips and lips touching. I waited for seconds. I was instantly hard like a rock. Slowly, I sucked her lower lip. She wasn’t moving or responding. My left hand was holding her right, and my right hand was holding her face. I felt her breathing heavy; she was responding slowly. I parted her lips with mine. I held the back of her head and pulled her closer for a deep kiss. She was kissing back now. Now, her fingers tightened around my hand. Her eyes were in tears. She pulled back, but our foreheads remained touched. She said, “This was my first kiss.” To this, I replied, “It won’t be your last. There are still plenty of things I know, but enough for now.” She responded. I didn’t force her. I knew she was already addicted now; it’s just a matter of time for a heavenly show. She needed time, privacy and some space. I knew she wanted it; she is thinking more than me to plan for another sensual moment. Her lips were soft, juicy, innocent — feeling it was magical as we sucked each other’s lips passionately. Our saliva moistened our lips, feeling each other’s warm breath. As weeks passed by, Ahmad gave us the good news that he was going out of station for 3 days. The moment I heard, I jumped with full joy and happiness. I thanked Ahmad a lot. He said, “Take care of her for 3 days, but please don’t break my trust.” I said, “You have my word. I won’t steal her from you. She’s yours when you both are together; she’s mine when we both are together. I’m going to enjoy her for the full 3 days.” Both me and Ahmad bid goodbye to each other. I moved, dreaming all I could with Hoorain. It’s a matter of time for me and Hoorain now for the first sexual encounter. I was going to fuck her pussy. All these 3 days, I would love to hear all her screaming and her moaning, sucking her love juices, her luscious body, and her lips. As Ahmad departed Thursday morning, finally leaving her all alone in her home for us, we got 4 days and 3 nights to spend for me and Hoorain. I was in much joy now. It was a matter of minutes to convince Hoorain. Hoorain: Hey, how are you? Anirudh: Hey, I’m good, baby. Waiting for you to come to me and hug you in my arms. Hoorain: Stop it, don’t tempt me. Anirudh: So are you tempted? Hoorain: I’m alone. Anirudh: Why? Where is your husband? (I asked as if I didn’t know anything.) Hoorain: He’s out for 3 days, out of station. Anirudh: Hurray! Wow… It’s the best news you have given me, Hoorain. The moment we waited for has finally arrived. Let me show you the real pleasure… what it feels like for straight 3 days and nights. Hoorain: I can’t. It’s too much. I can’t come to you. I will never be the same again. Anirudh: You stopped being the same the moment you showed me yourself and I tasted your luscious lips. Hoorain: I’m scared. I can’t come. Anirudh: Fine, then I will come to your home. You will be more comfortable. Hoorain: Hey, no… are you mad? Don’t even think about it. Are you crazy or what? Anirudh: Hey, sweetie… don’t be scared. Relax, calm down. I won’t do anything that puts you in trouble. Hoorain: I know, please… but don’t. I feel it will get worse. Anirudh: Please, Hoorain, think of it. We don’t know when we will get such an opportunity again. I don’t know. Please agree to me, sweetie. Hoorain, my baby, my darling, my Jana, please. Hoorain: Oh God. Anirudh: Listen, Hoorain… do one thing. You don’t have to do anything. You stay calm in your house.
I will handle the rest. Nobody will see me; nobody is going to find out. Just relax. You stay in, shut the door, don’t put the latch. I will handle the rest. Trust me, nobody will see me entering your house. Hoorain: Oh God, you are not a human. I don’t know how you make things easy. Anirudh: I can do anything for you, baby. Hoorain: Ok, fine. You’re cruel. Anirudh: No, I’m kind. I’m offering you pleasure wrapped in love. No shame, no rush, just you and me for 3 days. Wow! You’re going to love it. Hoorain: I’m terrified. Anirudh: That’s good. Then moan my name. The terror tastes sweet when you moan my name. Ok, get fresh, get perfumed, get dressed. I’m going to tear it away with my hands. Saying this, we ended our talks and proceeded to the moment we were waiting for. Finally, me too, after getting fresh, as I proceeded towards her home, thinking all about her, my dick was already like a rock thinking of her. As I reached close to her lane, I made sure nobody noticed me. I was just passing like a common resident, wearing a face mask. As I entered her building, luck was there; there was no one outside. I started climbing each step forward, thinking every step I took was nearing her pussy. As I entered her floor, I paused and looked to my left and right. My answer was ready if anyone suspected me — as I came there wearing a Zomato shirt — but no one was there. I checked her door, too. My heart was beating fast. It was tight. I thought she locked it. I started thinking she backed off. What made her do it? I was disappointed a bit, but I pushed her door with a little force. It opened. It was a bit tight. Finally, the door to heaven was opened. Her house was filled with freshness, neat and tidy, a romantic fragrance all over the walls. My eyes were dying to see the angel. As I walked towards her room in search of her, I saw a beautiful, mesmerizing angel inside the room. Freshly bathed, long black wet hair, her glowing skin. I proceeded towards her. I saw fear in her eyes, looking at the ground. I lifted her chin with my fingers. I said, “You’re even more beautiful in your home. No hiding now. I waited too long for this.” Saying this, I pulled her lightly, hugging her. I can feel her heartbeat fast. No rush. I waited, hugging her for a couple of minutes, and let her calm down. My one hand was on the back of her head, the other hand on her lower back. I feel she is relaxed. I pulled her more, hugging tightly, crushing her boobs on my chest. There’s no going back now. That’s it. I need to fuck her to the fullest, and so does she. The devil in me has sparked. With my right hand, I cupped her left butt and squeezed it gently. All she was doing was staying like a doll, no talk, no response, just enjoying, letting me do anything I wanted. Holding her splendid waist with both my hands, I leaned a bit back to see her beauty. Wow, amazing, she was. I saw the fire in her eyes, horny on her face. I wanted to kiss those luscious, rosy lips. I went close to her face slowly. I can sense her breath on my face. I want to tease her. I stayed close to her lips, with my left hand on her waist and my right hand cupping her left cheek. I pulled back. She thought I would kiss her. A second time again, I went close to her lips. She opened her lips slightly. I pulled again. A third time again, I went close. This time, as she opened, I planted a kiss on her sweet, luscious lips. My one hand was on the back of her head, the other hand roaming all over her body — her waist, ass, hands, tits. She was just enjoying, closing her eyes, hugging me tightly. My dick was pointing at her pussy region, above her dress. And slowly, she started responding, still closing her eyes, licking her lower and upper lips simultaneously. Now her hands were slowly around my neck. ***** Will update you guys on the whole session in the next part. Sorry for making it too long and keeping you waiting. Please reach out to me at [email protected]. Waiting for your comments.