Married Crush Cheating On Her Husband
Hello folks, after sharing my incident in here, I have decided to share one of the most memorable experiences. Check my earlier story on this link. She is a distant family friend. Round face, pretty and beautiful. With curves and fat at the right places. Her fair skin matched perfectly with her tight bosoms of 34B. She is what fantasy is made up of. In our brief meetings during family functions and occasions, her clothing used to reveal just the right amount of midriff. She had such a teasing cleavage that even men older than 20 years her age would ogle at her. She used to smile randomly looking at me. While having food or during any traditional procession, she would get mischievous. She would press her soft boobs on me or would rub her hand against me. I was bold enough to look right into her eye and let her see the fire in me. She too got the hint. But we only managed to exchange numbers and bury our desires. We flirted a bit over messages and finally, I told her, “I really like you Rachana. I would be the happiest and luckiest person to be your boyfriend.” We had hot talks and talked about things I would do to her if she was with me right now. She confessed that she liked me too. Life then got hold of both of us and we lost contact after that. Suddenly after 5-6 months, I come to hear that she was getting married to some filthy rich guy way older than her. It came as a shock to me and I texted her congratulations. She insisted that I come to attend her wedding. Well, I was shattered a bit. I boldly told her that I didn’t like it. She used to console me by saying you attend my wedding. I want to enjoy my bachelor life before I get hooked for life. I blankly used to flirt with her, coz come on, I got nothing to lose here. I was allocated a room along with another male friend of hers. She somehow managed to sneak into our room. We had hookah which she loved doing. She got high and had ample drinks along with the music. I then surprised her with lingerie. I said that’s my wedding gift to you and smirked. Rachana: Mad or what, what am I gonna tell my husband, who gave me this? Me: It’s not just lingerie. I want you to try it right now and see if its the right size or not. If it does, you remove and I take it back. If not, you can make up a story and pass on to your cousin or something. She seemed excited. She entered washroom. Came out after 5 minutes. The floral black bra fitted her perfectly. Her tits were pushed together nicely and it gave boob flesh to her cleavage. Her wide hips swayed in black panties. She walked towards me looking straight into my eyes like a jaguar and stood in front of me. She leaned towards me, and whispered in my ears, “It seems that it fits me good, nice judgment.” She gave me a kiss on my cheeks. We were such a tease to that other guy. She finally went back to the washroom, removed it and handed back to me. I smelled her bra and panties right in front of her and shoved it in my pocket. 2 years past by and we shared our texts as normal friends with a bit of flirting. She used to confide in me with her household problems and I used to share my struggles. We were close that way. She finally broke down once stating that despite doing numerous tests and procedures, she and her husband couldn’t conceive. That has made her go under depression. They lost their sex drive as well. Meanwhile, I mentioned that I was going to visit Rajkot and since I was coming from Mumbai, I could manage to have some drinks in the dry city. I had booked one of the finest hotels in the city. She was supposed to come to visit me stating some excuse to her hubby. She entered the room. I kept staring at her, not speaking anything. She looked both her sides and pushed me inside, jokingly saying, “You have enough time to imagine me naked with your eyes.” As soon as the door closed, I just hugged her. Clutched her tight in my arms. Squeezed her tender body. She exhaled and said, “Finally, I’ve been wanting to hug you since years. Today we’re realizing our dream.” While hugging, I could feel her massive boobs pressed against my toned chest. They were milky soft. I couldn’t resist, I bit her flesh on the neck and kept kissing, god she tasted so good. She pushed me back and said, “Hey, let us unwind ourselves first.” We sat down. I had got her favorite drink. I poured our drinks, played some music and caught up all this while. I kept flirting with her. We were dancing and I was rubbing my penis on her big ass now. At 24, with a huge ass and curvy waist, she was one bombshell. I turned her around and suddenly kissed her. Her bow and arrow-shaped lips were soft and rose-like. I munched on them. My hands went underneath her top and felt her back and waist skin. She lost her control and pushed her tongue in me. I reciprocated. We french kissed for 10 long minutes. She broke the kiss, moved back a few inches and looked into my eyes. Rachana: Nathan, I know we’ve been wanting to do this since long. Anything we can do, but not below the 2nd base. I cannot allow that. I just agreed to it. I knew I had my chance to meet that condition. I went for smoke in the washroom. I was surprised she came in after a while. She doesn’t smoke much but being high makes an exception, she would do it. We shared the cig. She was then standing in front of the mirror, adjusting her hair. I threw the bud and stood right behind her. I lifted her top and she obliged, raised her hands above to make it easier. Moved her hair onto one side and kissed her neck and shoulders, while pulling her towards me. Her hands were holding my hair. She had the most amazing back ever. I kissed and munched her entire back. I licked her ears from behind and said, “You have amazing hot skin babe. I love kissing your back, Rachana.” She arched as I pushed my tongue in her ears and licked her shoulders. My hands were now paving its way slowly inside her shorts.