Nikita's Hungry craving to be pleasured
Hi, all Indian sex story readers. This is Madhan here with a story of a newlywed housewife. First of all, thanks a lot to all ISS readers for your many likes and valuable feedback for my stories . I am a story writer with many stories published. About Me: I am a Madhan of 28 years of age, 6″ tall, south Indian complexion, broad shoulder, and a normal body with skills of tasting a body erotically. I belong to one of the cleanest cities in India, Mysuru, but currently working in Bangalore (which has all varieties of chicks/aunties). Horny unsatisfied housewives, sexy young baby dolls, and wanna have fun ladies (Bengaluru) can reach me on my Hangout and mail [email protected]. Total anonymity and secrecy are guaranteed. Telegram @msarsstr. The story will be narrated in the words of Nikita. I am Nikita, aged 33 and settled in Bangalore after marriage. One blue moon day, I was able to leave the office early, and the kids were away at my mom’s place. I walked out of the shower and looked at myself in the mirror. A sudden realization crossed my head felt like my life had run years away. My face had bulged, sagging, and my tummy was out of shape. Dark circles were covered all around my eyes. My hairs were short, dry, and was lacking luster. My face was dull with a serious look. I forgot smiling and joy. I got too occupied in daily robotic fast-paced Bangalore’s professional life and busy personal life. I forgot to care for my own body and pleasure. A flashback ran in my head. At 23, after my engineering from Mandya, I worked in Dubai for 3 years and enjoyed life independently. At 26, I returned to India and married Pavan. We settled later in Bangalore. After marriage, we roamed multiple countries together. Pavan and I enjoyed weekend parties with my husband’s colleagues and their families. Life was fresh and unique daily. I had an unforgettable first 2 years of marriage life – lots of trips traveling to places with a minimum of one trip per month. My husband was madly in love with me. I joined work and enjoyed the modern lifestyle. I gave birth to my elder daughter when I was 28 and the second daughter after a year. We still were roaming around places, leaving kids with my parents or in-laws. In the last 2 years, life turned repeated, routine, and robotic. I woke up daily with sleep-deprived eyes, prepared breakfast hurriedly. I took care of the kids, got ready for the office and ran to the office. It was a tightly scheduled, pressure-filled office life. I assigned a nanny to care for the kids. After a tiring day, prepare dinner, eat, and sleep to wake up to repeat the same. Weekends were consumed with cleaning the house, clothes, and other household chores. We hardly get time to speak as a family, and I hardly call my parents nowadays. My husband, a foodie, has gained lots of weight. My husband Pavan is double the size compared to whom I married. He was traveling too often to different places due to the nature of his job. I hardly remember our cuddling and his hard drill into me in the bed. I am coming back to the present day seeing myself in the mirror. I sensed my body touching from face to boobs to hips to pussy. I felt a sudden craving to be touched, pressed and cherished. A new life: I started to exercise from that day onwards. I opened my Facebook and checked my old pic, which was different. (Innocent, cute, slim, and pretty). I have huge boobs and ass now compared to my college pictures. I look like a milf from porn movies. I took a hot shower, wore Pavan’s favorite dress (a transparent saree), and applied fragrance on my body. I waited for him to be home. After dinner, I dragged him to the bedroom and hugged him tightly, and started kissing him. Pavan was a very different person now. His body was emanating a sweaty smell. He was not getting aroused by my seduction. I grabbed his small dick over the night pants. The dick remained unmoved. I felt disappointed and went to sleep. I could not sleep. I went to the bathroom and fingered wet reading a sex story. I opened my Facebook and scrolled to find Mani, who loved me during my college days. He was looking stunning in the new pictures uploaded by him. I found a lot of “Hi” messages from him in my Inbox. After years I messaged him, “Hi.” He replied the next day with a “Hi, how are you?” We chatted long on my way back from the office to home. When my car was about to reach home, I stopped messaging. That night I thought about Mani. He was yet to be married. I did not want him to know my sluttiness. So I immediately blocked him on Facebook. Mani tried to reach me through Instagram and LinkedIn. I blocked him there too. My body was craving badly to be pleasured. I came across the story of Madhan. I messaged him through Telegram. We chatted, and I told my secrecy requirement, anonymity, and no strings. Madhan was a tall and fit guy. I liked his stories, especially the way he satisfies women. The unforgettable day: I dressed to kill, with a strong fragrance and sexy bra/panty. I booked the cab to the hotel Madhan told me instead of the office. Finally, my body was squeezed in a strong, tight hug by Madhan, his strong arm tightly embracing my hips. His hands moved over my huge ass and squeezed them harder. I could smell the nice floral aroma from his body. I dug my face into his wide chest. I could smell the aroma of his body. He pushed both of my hands to a lifted position. He moved around me in a circle with his hunter eyes scanning all of me. He moved his face close to me with his breath striking my face. A jolt of wave ran through my body with a slight shiver when his hungry lips closed towards my lips. He moved his lips all around my face teasing me without touching. I had goosebumps all over my body, and all the hairs of my body were erected. He moved around the back, pushed the hair to the front and his lips kissed, sucked the back of my neck.