I never knew Kolkata could be this kinky. Being a resident of Kolkata, I’ve always felt that the city is still languishing in the yesteryears when it comes to embracing sexuality. Since I am a person who loves to explore. I have also tried various platforms to try my luck, but to no avail until very recently.
I would often chat with strangers through Telegram, etc. But honestly, they all turned out to be either paid couples or wannabe cuckold husbands or bulls or women who would chicken out after the first chats.
Nobody was actually up for some good exploration, something that touches the soul and stays for a while — dirty but passionate. But things changed when someone messaged me on Telegram one night.
Before I proceed, this is Rudra (name changed). I am 33, not a bull, not a hunk, and not someone who says he can go on for a “minimum one hour”. I am just Rudra, an average man. I have always weighed orgasms above counting minutes to boast about stamina.
Now for the story I have been waiting to narrate. I am attached to a few Telegram groups and have also gotten lucky through them. I have spent some time with a few couples who wanted the wives to have fun too. I have done threesomes and one-on-ones, too.
But with only classy people who take sex as an art rather than an act of domination. I usually check my Telegram account mostly at night. It was February this year when I found a chat in my account.
It said, “Hi Rudra, this is Shalini (not my real name) from Kolkata, this side. I have been following your chats in a group for a while and was interested to know more about you. Would you be interested in chatting with a 48-year-old woman?”
I’ll be honest, I thought this was fake. Because it has often happened that men in the garb of women chat with other men. But pretty obviously, I couldn’t charge someone upfront or ask them to prove their gender, right? I mean, come on, what am I supposed to say? Show me if you are a woman? Haha.
Anyway, I decided to reply and told Shalini that I would be interested to know about her, too. To my surprise, she was quick to respond since she was online. We got to talking and exchanged a few pleasantries. I found out she lives in the Alipore area in Kolkata.
I asked if she was married, and she said yes and has a kid, too. So, then I asked the obvious: why the sudden urge to chat with an unknown person? Her answer hit me hard. Not what I was expecting.
Normally, a person would say I am not very satisfied with my husband. Or maybe say my husband wants me to have sex outside the marriage, etc. But Shalini’s response was different, mature and made me think for a while.
“I am 48, a mother, a wife, a daughter-in-law and in all these roles I have excelled throughout my life. My husband is loving, cares for me too (even in bed, can’t complain). My in-laws couldn’t have been better. My child is respectful, and we are happy that she is growing to be a sensible lady. But somewhere amid all this, an urge has been tingling me for a while now. In all the roles that I don, I have somehow forgotten that I am a woman, just a woman too. I love it when my husband treats me well in bed. He goes down to lick his wife even without being asked. He treats me like a princess, but somewhere, that is not enough anymore. I want to see the other side, the wilder side, not liking the vanilla life anymore, want to explore beyond my marital bed.”
Woah! I needed a while to read that again, and maybe again. Inside, there was turmoil. What if Shalini is just another husband who wants his unwilling wife to be fucked by a man and draw pleasure from watching someone force fuck his wife? Or what if she is real and chickens out?
Because if Shalini is for real, then I would finally have someone with whom I could explore. Or, am I overthinking already? So, keeping all things aside, I replied that I would love to see where things go with her. Then we got to chatting. We didn’t have any explicit chat on the first day.
We were both testing the waters. She said she’s a Marwadi woman, and I said I am Bangali. She asked me whether her age is a problem, and I said I love having conversations with older women. Basically, basics before we finally said our goodbyes for the night.
The next morning was usual, office and stuff, and Shalini somehow had skipped my mind too. It was only at night, when I opened Telegram, that she crossed my mind. There was no message from her side, so I thought it would be best to ignore. Basically, I wanted to see how far she goes.
And again, to the disappointment of the readers, there was no text from her end for the next two days. By now, I was sure she had chickened out. But she struck when I was least expecting her. I was in the office, probably around 5 pm, wrapping up stuff, when a Telegram notification brightened my screen.
It was Shalini. “Want to grab a coffee today?” I was taken aback. If she’s trying to go for coffee, it means she’s for real, but today? She doesn’t even know me.
Yet, I picked up the phone and typed “Hey! You are kidding, right?”
“Not a bit. I am feeling a bit frisky today. So, I thought, how about a blind date?” I couldn’t say no anymore. I straightaway asked for the place and time. We decided on a coffee shop around Southern Avenue at around 7 pm. She asked me if I would need a lift, but I said I’ll come by on my own.
By 6 pm, I was literally rushing to pack my bags. By 6.15 pm, I was in a cab, trying to make it from Salt Lake Sector 5 to Southern Avenue in just 45 minutes. Those who know the city know it’s not possible, thanks to the long tailbacks of traffic.
I was growing impatient inside the cab, constantly checking my phone for updates. I even dropped her a text, telling her I may be slightly delayed, but she didn’t reply. I waited for a while, and then this was a new worry. Why isn’t she responding to my texts? Am I about to get stood up?
But I couldn’t let the possibility of meeting someone straight out of my dreams either. I tried to calm myself down, even tried some breathing exercises to lower the pace at which my heart was racing. Lol! It was past 7 pm and I was yet to reach near Southern Avenue.
What if she doesn’t check her phone and goes away after having waited for me? And then the worst struck me! How do I recognise her? Neither do I have a photo, nor has she asked for one. This date is surely going to end in a mess.
The thoughts were overwhelming, hurried emotions rushing through my veins.
Around 7.25 pm, I finally reached the café, paid the cab and just waited outside. I dropped her a text and thought, let’s wait for a while, and maybe push off sometime. I started scrolling through my Instagram feed when suddenly she dropped a text.
“Hey, I am so sorry. Was driving, so couldn’t respond. Have you left already? Shit! Did I miss my chance of meeting you?” Aww, that’s so sweet, right when a 48-year-old woman behaves like a teen? I quickly responded — “Not at all. I am still waiting for you. But there’s a problem. How do I recognise you?”
She replied, “I am in a cherry red Audi A4 opposite the café, and you?”
Audi A4? Woah! She must be from an affluent family. And here I am, just a normal, middle-class man, waiting in a pair of formals. Shit! I didn’t know how to respond anymore.
I looked up and there the red Audi A4 was. A woman behind the wheel, her glasses lifted above her forehead, looking alternately at her phone and then outside the car. I lifted my phone to tell her it’s me. She stared at me for a while and then muttered what felt like “Rudra?”
I nodded affirmatively. She had a smile on her face and quickly got out of the luxury car. Shalini was clad in a loose-fitting top, a capri and a pair of sandals. She is curvy, or should I say chubby! But endowed with assets to give men around boners.
She walked up to me and gave me a warm hug. She felt pretty open because normally women refrain from hugging strangers so tightly. But here she was, literally pressing her boobs on my chest. I liked it, won’t deny. We then walked into the café and found a seat right at the farthest corner.
It was slightly secluded from the rest of the seats; in short, a good place to have a conversation. Soon enough, the coffees were ordered, some tea cakes to go with them, and then we sat, looking at each other. It was awkward, very awkward.
We both did not know how to begin, but thankfully, she took charge.
“Rudra, I am not looking for a relationship. Sorry if I have given out a vibe like that. I want to explore sexuality in ways I haven’t ever. I hope that’s clear between us,” she said.
“Of course it is. In fact, I wouldn’t want a relationship either. Let’s keep it NSA,” I said.
She had a smile on her face, sort of a smirk and suddenly blurted out, “So, how many pussies have you fucked till now?” I was shocked but calmed myself and said, “A few, I guess, maybe around five.”
“And ever been with a woman of my age?”
I thought, what should I say? What if she thinks I won’t be able to handle her? But also, I have never lied to any woman. So, I went for a blunt “No.”
“Interesting,” she said when suddenly I felt a foot slowly feeling me up my legs. That’s bold! And somehow, it already started turning me on. This is when I thought of making a bold move myself and asked, “So, how many men have you been with?”
She tilted her head to one side and said, “Just my husband till now and currently feeling up a man under the table and finding him really cute.” I didn’t know what to say, but we both broke into mild laughter while staring at each other. But down there, I was getting hard.
A smooth foot feeling me up my legs was already enough to drive me crazy, but things shifted gears very soon. I felt her feet rubbing my groin. My eyes widened, and my breathing increased. She saw it and started putting pressure on my bulge while staring straight into my eyes.
By now, I was gulping balls of saliva. I didn’t know how to respond to that touch. She kept at it, enjoying every time I gasped for breath. She didn’t stop even when the waiter arrived with our order.
She casually thanked the waiter while pressing her foot hard against my cock, knowing well I won’t react even if that hurts. When the waiter left, I caught her foot and stopped her. That was the first time I felt her skin properly. It was buttery. I was dying to run my hand up her leg, but stopped.
I said, “You know you are turning me on, right?” She just smiled, put her foot down and said, “I told you I am feeling frisky today. Wanted to see how willing you are. But it seems you are…”
I didn’t let her finish the sentence and coldly said, “I am. But let’s go to a place where I can rip off your clothes and show you how ready I am.”
She kept staring into my eyes for a few seconds, probably thinking through her words. I then got hold of the cup of coffee and started gulping it down. It was a cue, I somehow managed to drink mine and kept looking at her. She summoned the waiter and paid the bill.
For those waiting for a review of the tea cakes, we didn’t touch them, sorry! Haha.
We left the café sooner than we had arrived and were soon out on the street. I followed her to her car and sat on the seat beside the driver’s. We hadn’t spoken a word for a long while, and somehow, the silence was growing awkward. I was looking for a word, but nothing felt appropriate to start a conversation.
By now, she had already started rolling the car and was hitting the metal really hard. I somehow mustered some courage and asked her, “Where are we going?” She didn’t look at me but boldly said, “Some place where you can rip my clothes off, I guess!”
I went silent once again. This thing is changing pace too soon, but I was enjoying it nonetheless. At some time, we were moving towards the Southern Bypass, the newer stretch of road towards Kamalgazi.
Once on it, we paced on the tarmac and soon we veered off into a dark lane, somewhere near Baruipur. After switching off the ignition, she sat there for a while, looking straight. The car lights were off, and the road was dark and deserted.
Then, suddenly, she turned towards me and asked, “Is this place good enough to rip off my clothes?” I couldn’t resist anymore and went straight for her lips. We locked our lips and smooched like there was no tomorrow. Our tongues fought, we bit each other’s lips and pulled each other’s hair like a mad couple in heat.
It must have been for five minutes, and we both needed some air. That’s when we stopped kissing, but we weren’t in any mood to stop. “Should we shift to the back seat?” she asked. I readily agreed and changed seats, and so did she.
Still excited from that kiss, Shalini started unbuttoning my shirt while my hands explored her breasts. I started squeezing them while locking lips again. In no time, I was there in my vest. And she reached out for my pants. I started too.
I lifted her top and pulled it up, breaking the kiss and revealing what kept my eyes fixated. Her skin, buttery; her tits, huge. I felt like a kid in a candy store and plunged my face into her cleavage and started licking her. She smelled beautiful. I kept pressing her tits with both my hands while licking her cleavage.
Shalini was turned on too and started moaning, all the while fighting with my belt buckle to take my tool out. After some struggle, she managed to unzip me and pull my pants down. She wasted no time and straightaway pulled my brief down and squeezed my cock.
Whoa! She did it hard. Her touch felt experienced, the way she held my cock seemed like she knew what she wanted and wouldn’t waste the chance. Soon, she started sucking my cock. She was bobbing her head up and down on my shaft, making sloppy noises right from the beginning.
What made me squeal, however, was when she started pressing my balls and sucking at the same time. I felt powerless. I wanted to reach out and open her pants and touch her big ass, but I couldn’t. A 48-year-old woman felt like a cougar sucking my cock as if she would eat it at one go.
She knew I wouldn’t last long, so she increased the pace while continuing to squeeze my balls. Cumming just from a blowjob? That’s so humiliating, no? But when a hungry elder woman decides to drain your balls, you barely stand a chance, trust me.
So, I just let go and started enjoying. I closed my eyes and rested my head and let out jets of cum into her mouth. She kept stroking my cock while strands of thick semen kept filling her mouth. Shalini didn’t stop stroking my cock until the last drop was out, and she had ensured that.
Once over, she lifted her face, and I thought she would open the door to spit out the cum. But instead, she swallowed it and even licked her fingers, all the while looking piercingly into my eyes. I was stunned. We sat there for a while and then cleaned up with tissues.
She wore her top and asked if we could leave. I quickly got dressed and shifted to the front seat. She then drove me to my house, and after our goodbye kiss, she said, “Don’t think I’m done with you. The next time we meet, you have to return the favour. Wait for my text.”
I knew this would continue, and we would meet soon. But I didn’t expect something like this to happen in Kolkata. We’ve met several times after that and still meet often. A lot of things have happened between us, but maybe I’ll keep that for some other time and turn this into a series.
Till then, if you like what you just read, do drop me a message at [email protected]. I love conversations as long as they are not for asking phone numbers of women I have slept with. So, thanks. The next part will be uploaded soon. Hope you guys keep reading.