Showering the pleasure to married friend, Putti!
Hi all, I am Preetham and I am 29 years old. I have an athletic body and a 6.5-inch-thick cock. I am from Namma Bengaluru. Oh, and I am married. I am a big fan of ISS. And by reading the stories from this site, I learned a lot more about sex, which I explored with my colleagues, wife’s friends, and ISS writers/readers. Ready guys? Then, hold your dick / put your fingers inside your panty. Coming to the story that happened a year back. This is about Prarthana (Putti), who was my neighbour from my childhood to college days. I’m not sure about her stats at that point in time. She got married two years ago and wasn’t much satisfied with her married or sex life, to be honest. She visited our house on a Sunday afternoon as a casual visit. She wore a red-colored salwar kameez and looked bright, complementing her skin complexion. She seemed sad, and I asked what happened. And as usual, the response was “Nothing, I’m fine.” As I wasn’t convinced with her response, I told her to, “Come, let’s go have an ice cream and come back,” as it was too sunny outside. She agreed, and we went to a nearby ice cream parlor. As the conversation built while having the ice cream, she started asking how life was, how work was, and I answered. To my surprise, the next question was, “Do you have a girlfriend?” Preetham: “No, I don’t have one.” Putti: “Don’t lie, you must be having one.” By saying that, she bent down a little on the table, which made me get a beautiful view of her cute, soft melons’ cleavage. After seeing that, I suddenly got courage and told her, “No girlfriends, and no strings attached. I’ve been doing one-night stands, casual flings, or friends with benefits.” Putti was taken aback with my response. And her eyes widened, just like the front of her salwar, which was giving me a view of those white milk jugs. I told her, “You must have been enjoying your sex life as you’re married. I’m still a bachelor, so I’m finding ways to satisfy my desire.” Putti: “Married doesn’t mean I’m enjoying my sex life.” Preetham: “What do you mean, Putti?” Putti: “I don’t know if it’s right to share with you or not, but I’m not happy in my married life… and even the sex life.” Preetham: “Why? What happened?” Putti: “He doesn’t seem to be interested. He doesn’t care for me, bother about me, or even remember that I’m part of his life.” Preetham: “That’s sad. But why this change?” Putti: “I don’t know. Since marriage, at least the sex life was okay as he was talking to me a bit during that time, and now…” Preetham: “And now what?” Putti: “I don’t know how to say it…” (Tears were at the edge of her eyes) “he doesn’t even have sex with me. He will be either busy with his team call or call with his friends or trip with his friends. He is least bothered about me, and he seems to be disinterested in sex from the beginning. That’s why I came home to meet you and Aunty, as I was feeling lonely at home.” Preetham: “Sorry, I didn’t know that. Don’t worry, everything will be fine.” I told this, holding her palm, and the tears rolled down. Putti: “Thanks, Preethu.” I started feeding her ice cream by holding her palm in my left hand. Due to the AC, her touch, and the ice cream, my dick raised inside my track pants, as the milk jug view was not adjusted by her. She started rolling her fingers on my palm, and I was feeling tickled. Putti: “If you don’t mind me asking, when was the last time you had sex?” I told her, with my colleague, a week ago, in a Mysore hotel. Hearing this, ice cream from her mouth spilled over a bit on her dress. And I took a tissue paper and wiped it. I touched her cute boobs with my middle finger while wiping, and it was goddamn soft. Putti: Biting her lips, “You’ve become a naughty guy now.” She noticed me touching it with my finger and asked, “What do you think about me, Preethu? Am I good? Be honest.” Preethu: “Of course. You’re beautiful and hot!” Putti: “Have you had an experience with any girl like me?” Preethu: “Yes, there were colleagues, and a few I met online from Coorg and Mangalore; I’ve done it with them.” Putti: “I look like a Coorg or Mangalore girl, ah?” Preethu: “Yes, with this white complexion and slim figure, you look like one.” Putti: “Thanks. You never had any such intentions for me?” Preethu: “No.” Putti: Bending a little down, “Oh, really?” Seeing the black bra covering the white milk jugs, I couldn’t control and told her, “Who will not have an erection or desire to have sex with such a beautiful babe?” Putti: “Will you be able to give me what I’m craving for years, Preethu? I can’t trust outside men, as you know people might take advantage of me later. I know you since childhood, and moreover, most girls have put trust in you. Which means you’re good and experienced too” (with a naughty smile). Preethu: “Are you serious?” Putti: “Don’t you want to see in full what you’ve been seeing for a few minutes?” (That’s when I realized she knew I was staring at her cleavage) Preethu: “Yes, I would love to, Putti.” Putti: “Where shall we go?” Immediately, I opened one of the room-booking apps from my phone and looked for a room where couples were allowed with a local ID. I booked an AC deluxe room in my nearby regular hotel room. We paid the bill, went to the hotel, checked in, and got the keys. As I locked the room, the tension built a bit, as I was alone in a locked room with my childhood friend, whom I was going to fuck in a while. We both sat on the bed, and she asked for some water. Later, I held her palm while talking and was looking into her. After a few seconds of silence, I moved closer to her and kissed her red lips. OMG! I got my erection instantly, and my champ was waiting to come out of my Jockey.