Passionate sex with a Marwari housewife - Part 1
Hello, everyone. I am Author, and I am writing about an incident that occurred in 2022. I am sharing one of my sexual encounters after a few years. This is the first part of the story, and it won’t have too many explicit sexual details. However, it will provide insight into how we led up to our passionate and amazing sex. I’m a 6’1″ tall, dark brown man. I lived in Pune for a few years, but since the COVID-19 pandemic, I’ve been staying in Kolkata. I started using dating apps when I was back in Pune. After moving back to my hometown, I stayed with my family, so my dating life wasn’t as active as it was in Pune. Nevertheless, I had a decent dating and sex life. I was in my late twenties when I met a woman named Maanvi (not her real name), who was 34 years old. I was attracted to her at first glance – she was a bit short, very fair-skinned, and had a short neck. I sent her a special note (I had a premium account on Tinder) and hoped we would match. At the time, I was getting quite a few matches, but most of them were looking for marriage, which wasn’t something I was interested in. A few days passed, and after almost two weeks, we matched. I was happy that we matched, but I was also disappointed that she didn’t initiate a conversation on Tinder. Two days went by, and then I sent her a message on Tinder. Our conversation went like this: Me: I’m happy we matched, but I’m sad you didn’t text me first. Maanvi: You’re younger than me, so I thought you might not be interested (Tum mujhse chote ho, to mujhe laga tum interested nehi hoge). Me: I know you’re older than me, but I’m attracted to you (Mujhe pata hai tum mujhse badi ho, par mujhe tum pasand ho). Maanvi: But I’m not 34; I’m 38 (Main 34 ki nahi, 38 ki hoon). Me: That’s okay, let’s not focus on me. Do you have any issues? I’m interested in you (Mujhe tum pasand ho, tum batao tumhe koi dikkat). Maanvi: No, but I’m married (Nehi, par main shadi shuda hun). Me: As long as you don’t have a problem, I like you (Jab tak tumhe koi problem nahi, mujhe tum bahut pasand ho). It was a short conversation, but a good one. We had to end our conversation because her husband came home. She told me she would text me the next day. In the evening, I received a text from her. I was happy that we were enjoying each other’s conversation. I made it clear that I wasn’t looking for a long-term relationship or anything like that, and she agreed, saying that if the vibe was good, she was okay with it. We discussed many things. As a Bengali, I asked her if she could speak in Bengali, and she told me that her husband could speak fluent Bengali because he was born and raised in Kolkata, but she couldn’t. She understood Bengali but could only speak in bits and pieces. Then I asked her if they ate non-vegetarian food, and she mentioned that they did, but only at restaurants. I asked her why she was on dating apps, and she explained that there was a neighbor who tried to seduce her husband and frame her as having a psychological disorder. She also mentioned that she was staying with her husband because of their two children; otherwise, she would have separated. Initially, she told me she was just looking for a friend and some flirting over text. Almost a week went by, and we planned to meet. Bear with me as I continue the story. We planned to meet around 12 pm, but suddenly, around 10 am, she told me that her husband had come home, and she couldn’t meet me. I thought she was just wasting my time, but I had already informed my parents that I was visiting a mall in Newtown, and I had work from home that day. So, despite her canceling the plan, I decided to go anyway. I thought she wasn’t brave enough, and I would stop talking to her. Then, around 11:45 am, she called me, and I told her that I was still visiting the mall. She shouted at me, asking why I didn’t inform her that I was going anyway. I explained that she had already canceled the plan because her husband was home, so I didn’t expect her to come. She mentioned that her husband had just left, and she would be coming to the mall in some time. I was a bit excited but also a bit scared. I went to the mall a bit late and reached around 12:30 pm. We had planned to meet at a mall in Newtown, Kolkata. She arrived around 12:45 pm. The moment we met, she started arguing with me about why I didn’t inform her that I was still visiting the mall. I found her attractive, with her short height, fair skin, and short neck. I was firm that I wasn’t at fault and explained to her that it wasn’t either of our mistakes. Then, I started flirting with her a bit, and we were getting cozy and sitting together. We had a walk holding hands at the rooftop. The atmosphere was warm and cozy, and she was leaning against me. I was getting turned on badly. As we sat down, I held her left hand with my right hand over the table and gazed at her. We were in the food court, and with my left hand, I tightly squeezed her inner thigh. A moan escaped her lips, and I must say it was one of the sexiest moans I had ever heard. She held my hand and whispered, “Aur zor se dabao, Author” (Press harder, Author). I was now turned on as hell. I squeezed her inner thighs with more pressure, and she closed her eyes, leaning on my left shoulder. The mall’s food court was mostly empty, being a weekday afternoon. She was saying, “Ahh…” and her voice was so sexy in those moans. I told her about my intention of kissing her, and she agreed. We decided to walk and find a place with no CCTV cameras. We found a spot near the stairs and stopped there. We kissed, and it was a good kiss. I squeezed her ass while kissing and put my saliva in her mouth. The kiss was a bit short, and we returned to our table. Our conversations turned a bit sexual. Later that evening, we had some great conversations.