Sex with my hot Bengali ex, Aditi – Part 1
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Submit Report This story is part of the Sex with My Hot Bengali Ex Aditi series Hi, my name is T. This is my first time writing here, so let me introduce myself. I am a 32-year-old married Bengali man living in Kolkata. I travel all across India frequently for work purposes. I am a big fan of sex stories, and I have an active sex life with my wife. Both of us are sex-crazed freaks, but at times, I look for discreet satisfaction elsewhere. I have had an active sex life since my college days and would like to share my stories with fellow readers. So, without further ado, let’s get to my first story. ***** I met Aditi in 2016 through a common friend when I was pursuing my final year of my bachelor’s degree in my hometown. She also resided in Kolkata. I was invited to a house party by a girl from my college, and that’s where I met Aditi. She was wearing a red saree and was the prettiest girl at the party. She had beautiful eyes and was very good-looking — fair and slim with average-sized breasts and ass. Honestly, I have had sex with women with better bodies than hers, but there was something about her that made me go crazy for her. Eventually, I initiated a conversation, and we hit it off. After that, we started dating casually — talking over WhatsApp and calls, going out on casual dates. We both liked each other, but there was nothing sexual between us as we were in the initial stages, apart from kissing and cuddling and all that kid stuff. I was in love with her. Then I got placed in Bangalore and had to leave for my job. Both of us were sad. We made out before I left, but there was no sex involved. After I went to Bangalore, things started cooling down between us, and the long-distance thing didn’t go well — mostly from her side — and eventually we broke up. I was really heartbroken in a new city all alone, and I started hooking up for my pleasure. I used to stalk Aditi everywhere, and it took me quite a while to get over her. I loved her; I wanted her. We didn’t talk or contact each other post-breakup. Later, I found out she got married in January 2021 to a guy her parents found for her. Fast forward to November 2021, I was in my hometown for our common friends’ marriage, and to my surprise, Aditi was there too. She had grown a little chubby from the time we dated. She wore a black saree and was looking too damn pretty. I wanted to make my move but was too shy and hesitant at first. We both shared awkward glances, but neither of us initiated a conversation. The party kicked off; everyone started drinking and enjoying. My eyes were fixed on the prize; I had to make my move. I found her going to the terrace, so I grabbed a smoke and followed. The roof was empty; no one was there. She was standing alone, and as soon as I entered, she turned back and smiled. I went to her and started making small talk, like why she wasn’t downstairs. She said she wasn’t in the mood. I was mostly agreeing to whatever she said and playing along. Eventually, I asked why she didn’t bring her husband. She said they don’t live together anymore. Six months into the marriage, she got really tired of her in-laws, and her husband never took a stand for her, so she left after trying to fix things. Now she’s living in her home with her parents. I got really happy and excited but didn’t show it to her, of course. I started comforting her and making her laugh. We stood there on the terrace and had a great time. Occasionally, I went downstairs to refill our drinks, as it was making us freer and getting us closer. We started talking about our lives, and things started getting intense. We started with talking about our sex lives, and in no time, we ended up kissing and biting each other wildly. I felt she had gotten a little wilder, or maybe it was just the lack of sex in her life that she was talking about that got her so wild and horny. We kissed passionately while running our hands all over each other. I swear, never in my dreams did I think it would be this easy to get physical with her. Honestly, I didn’t even think this was going to happen until I saw her there alone and wanted to make a move casually. Suddenly, Aditi came to her senses and stopped, saying it would be trouble if someone found us like this, as she was still legally married and didn’t want to end up in gossip. We were pretty buzzed from the booze, so we went downstairs and joined the rest of our group. All the time I was with her, I kept complimenting her on her beauty and how pretty she looked. The look on her face said how much she loved being complimented. I kept teasing her every chance I got. I gave her pecks on her lips when no one was watching and grabbed her waist from behind. She enjoyed it too. Then I made a bold move and grabbed her butt with all my might. She let out a light moan, and to my surprise, she gave me a naughty smile. That’s when I understood it was on, and my dream of fucking this beauty was not lost. Soon, I convinced her to let me drop her off at home, and we left the party. It was past midnight, and the roads were mostly empty. I started driving toward her home as I kept my hand on her thighs and started rubbing them from above her saree, making cheesy comments about her body. She started rubbing my dick from above my pants, and I was getting very horny. Without wasting time, I parked in a dark spot and started kissing her passionately, biting her lips, licking her neck, and all. I removed her “pallu” (the part of the saree that covers the breasts) and started rubbing my face all over her boobs before removing her blouse and bra and revealing her milky white breasts. That was my first time seeing her without clothes. I sucked on her nipples really hard, as if I were some sex-starved monster. She enjoyed it a lot and kept moaning all the time as she moved her body with pleasure. Soon, I lifted her saree and slipped my hands inside.
I caressed her thighs for a few seconds before placing my hands on her panties, which, to my surprise, were soaking wet. I rubbed her pussy from above her panties, teasing her to the max, while she kept stroking my cock, which was rock hard by this time. We kept kissing, exchanging saliva, while our hands were on a game of their own. I removed her panties sideways and played with her pussy like it was my first time feeling one. She kept moaning and biting me with pleasure until she removed my hands, took my cock out of my pants, and put it in her mouth without a second’s thought. She was a decent girl when we met years back; I never knew she had this wild cat in her. I couldn’t be happier. She kept blowing me, licking my balls as I pulled her saree up, revealing her ass completely, and fingered her pussy from behind. This continued for 5-10 minutes, then she got up, leaving me starving for her pussy. I asked if we should get a room, which she denied playfully, saying we should save it for some other time. So I convinced her to shift to the back seat and enjoy a little more. We shifted to the back seat. I removed my pants completely and sat wearing only a shirt. I tried removing her saree completely as well, but she denied, as she felt uncomfortable on the roadside. So I removed her panties and made her sit on my lap while I kept kissing and playing with her. My hard dick was rubbing against her dripping wet pussy, and she started dry humping, which made us really horny and craving for sex. I dropped her on the seat, got her into doggy pose with her ass stuck out, pulled it closer, and started eating her pussy and ass from behind like a hungry puppy. I could definitely tell she never had anal sex, looking at the tight asshole of hers (and I decided to save it for another time). It felt really good; she was shaking and moaning with pleasure like crazy. We had to turn the volume of the music up a little. I kept eating her pussy while my hand played with her nipples. Soon, she let out a deep moan and said, “Please dhoka bhetore” (“Please put it inside”). Those words were like music to my ears, and without wasting any time, I got up and stuck my cock into that wet, dripping pussy. Even though I found her pussy tight, my dick slipped in with ease because her pussy was oozing. I started with slow strokes and started going deeper eventually with every stroke. She was moaning and enjoying with pleasure. She would turn to look at my face, giving me a naughty, slutty look which turned me on more and more. I kept fucking her from behind as I pulled her hair and made her moan with pleasure. At times, I pulled her closer by her hair, making her stand on her knees while I kept fucking her really hard from behind and choked her. After around 10-12 minutes, I stopped fucking her, made her sit on her ass with her legs spread, and fingered and kissed her pretty face. Then I made her lie down flat, spread her legs, and started fucking her juicy pussy in missionary position. I lifted her legs up as much as I could and fucked her like there was no tomorrow, kissing her with spit and saliva. It was really intense. She kept moaning and calling my name, asking me to fuck her. We were in missionary position, hugging each other tight, tongues buried deep inside each other’s mouths as I kept thumping her pussy, which was making squeaky wet noises with every stroke. I kissed her lips, choked her — I did my best to do the maximum I could to give her pleasure. It was very hot and intense. The windows had fogged up, and we kept fucking each other. While we were fucking, we suddenly heard a car coming and got really scared and stopped moving. The car came close; it was a cop car, and to our luck, they didn’t stop and passed by. We got really scared and stopped in the middle of an awesome round of sex, got dressed, and left the place for good. Neither of us were completely satisfied, but we had a great time together, and we couldn’t keep our hands off each other’s private parts while we drove back. It was around 1:30 in the morning, and Aditi said she had to go home as it was getting really late. I didn’t want her to, so I tried to convince her. She said she needed to get home now as it was really late, and I agreed. I suppose she didn’t like how sad I got since I couldn’t have her fully, so she bent down, pulled my dick out of my pants, and started blowing me vigorously as I kept driving. To tease me, she lifted her saree from behind, revealing her panties. I played with her ass and pussy as she gave me one of the best blowjobs of my life. I was somewhat happy she noticed. In return, I parked near her house and forcefully removed her blouse, sucked on her nipples, and left a few love bites around her boobs. She loved it. I got her dressed and took her home, and said that I wanted more of her, all of her. She smiled, kissed me passionately, bit my lips, and promised to make up for this very soon. But I still didn’t want to let her go. We smelled like sex, and the whole situation was very tempting and made both of us very horny. She wanted more too, but we couldn’t help the situation. We were too much into each other physically, and it was a big surprise to me. She kissed me again, then lifted her ass, removed her panties, and stuck them in my mouth, saying, “Eta tor jonno” (“This is for you”). She hugged me and left towards her building. I kept staring at her twerking ass as long as I could. Then I drove back home, smelling her panties, all horny and happy. After reaching home, I found her text saying, “Thanks for the surprise… kal dekha kori?” (“Thanks for the surprise… shall we meet tomorrow?”). I replied, “Can’t wait.” ***** I hope you guys enjoyed my first story. I will write about what we did the next day, how I took her anal virginity, and how we kept meeting discreetly for over a year in my next stories. Thank you for reading.
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