Hello all, Bhanu from Bangalore. I am 40 years old and married. I work in a private company in Bangalore. I wanted to share my real incident with you all in this portal.
I belong to a middle-class family. My life is about the serious checkboxes without any sex. I wake up at 5:00 in the morning. By 5:30 am, I have my Filter coffee, followed by breakfast. At 6:30 am, I cook lunch and pack the tiffin for the kid and husband. And by 7:00 am, I have to step out into the streets of Bangalore and take the air of the city to catch the local bus.
For me, it’s been over 10+ years of marriage, and it’s a routine life for me. I don’t find anything new in my morning. It was the same for me. It’s like a blue sky, busy shoulders, and the endless rush of office work and house chores.
With that routine, I don’t have any expectations for my life. My husband and I work to support our kid and our retirement, like a middle-class family. I leave home by 7 in the morning and reach home by 8 at night.
For ten years of my marriage, it’s become a well-oiled machine that lacked any oil. There was no intimacy between hubby and me due to our lifestyle. My hubby lost interest in sex and became a proper middle-class husband who tracks the expenses on a daily basis. He forgot that, once he was a man, now a person who snored on the other side of a king-sized bed. I feel like just a roommate in my life.
I used to be the woman who used to blush at a compliment. Now that was buried under lots of laundry and office spreadsheets. But one day, I was walking through the street at around 7 am, and I saw a person on the road. He was coming from the gym. His workout bag slung casually at his side, but his eyes stayed fixed on me.
Our eyes met for the first time. I looked away like any other woman does. But the next day, he was there again, the stranger on the street. The next day also, he was there again, and it continued. It became a ritual for me. At 7:00 am, his gaze would lock onto me. My heart would be beating like a trapped bird in a cage when he gazes at me.
Slowly, it wasn’t the fleeting glance of a stranger. It was a heavy and deliberate stare from him. Uff! That Idiot, day by day, he didn’t look at my face. His eyes travel slowly from my boobs and outline the curves hidden beneath my cotton saree or formal dress. His gaze was steady and strong on my personal parts.
After a year, his gaze made me feel something I hadn’t been feeling for a long time. My heart beat faster whenever I saw him on the street. I always put my chin down. My eyes were fixed on the cement- titled pavement. But still, I could feel his presence like a physical heat on my skin as I passed him on the road.
Later, I saw him daily when I returned from the office to my home on the street. When he gazes at me, I forcefully stop, blushing on the road. I no longer felt like a 40-year-old mother and a loyal wife. My nipples became hard against my bra. My panties became wet when I passed him on the road in the evening.
That day, I was in a rush to reach home. I rushed because I quickly wanted to remove my clothes and think about him. I don’t know his name, but I wanted him. His direct gaze on my boobs and pussy made my heart beat against my ribs.
His gaze was more intense day by day. My private parts became hungry for sex, which had buried years ago. I was not thinking about my to-do list. I was imagining his penis size, stamina, and how he might kiss me on the bed. I was thinking of him on the bed without any shame. He was not tall and not muscular like my hubby, but I loved his gaze on my private parts.
It was the monsoon season in Bangalore. The sky turned dark that night. I just finished dinner and was ready for sleep. But the heavy rain smashed against the windows of my bedroom. It was raining heavily. But my middle-class hubby was already asleep. His steady, loud snoring was filling the room. The sound of snoring was heavy, and I felt lonely at that time. Hubby was sleeping peacefully without any romantic feelings.
I wanted him to kiss and love me. The rain was beautiful, and our bedroom was cold. I wanted my husband to use me as his bedsheet. I was romantic and was carving for a sex. But hubby wanted to sleep and did not bother about my sexual feelings.
I was feeling lonely. And his heavy snoring disturbed me enough to leave the bedroom. But the air was thick with the scent of wet earth and ozone. I was watching the shadows of tree branches move my thin fingers across my balcony wall. My mood changed like slipping into another world. The smell of the rain was good. The air was heavy, charged with the strange energy that made me feel the gym guy.
I imagined him standing there in the rain and proposing to me in the rain. His shirt was clinging to his chest, and his eyes were burning through the dark in my imagination. I felt a sudden, high ache between my legs. A hunger that had been blocked for too long for me.
My cheeks became red, and I went back to bed. My nightdress felt heavy on my body. I wanted my gym person to remove my nightdress and play with my boobs. I trembled with a rush of desire that I hadn’t felt in many years. I began with a strong feeling. The powerful sense of being wanted fully and completely before I fell asleep.
I was in a deep sleep. And in my dreams, he stood close to me with his gym bag. He was smiling and was saying my name. I was feeling shy when he called me ‘Bhanu’. He reached out to me in a quick time. In the dream, there was no snoring husband. There was only the dim and golden light of the room that smelled like him.
The stranger took his strides towards me. I was on the bed. He reached out to me. He kissed my earlobes and whispered my name in my dreams. The sound of my name on his lips felt like a caress.
Slowly, he moved his hand on my forehead, nose, and lips. Aww! The wait was over in my dream. He was coating along my lips with a heat that felt more real than a bedsheet. Fuck! His touch was careful but confident. As he moved closer to me, I felt his real presence surround me.
He leaned in, and his lips finally met my rosy lips. Umm, it wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was a smash. His tongue chased my tongue with a terrifying confidence and claimed my mouth as if he owned it from past few years. I moaned into his mouth, my hands flying to his hair, pulling him closer to me.
Our kiss continued for some time. The kiss was aggressive, and my lips were bruised. He looked at me and started to undress my night suit. He was not on rush to remove my dress. But his movements were slow and adoring.
He removed my nightdress slowly and let it fall at my feet. I felt a flash of shyness, but his gaze stopped me. I was wearing red colour panty and the rest were exposed for him. He looked at my body inch by inch. The soft curve of my belly, the fullness of my nude boobs, with such intense hunger that I felt very horny on the bed.
He knelt before me. His hands moved up to my inner thighs. He rubbed my inner thighs carefully with his fingers. Awww! That made my pussy wet with a soft moan from my throat. Then he moved his index and middle fingers on my panties. Both his fingers were brushing against the lace of my panty and my body was betraying how much I had craved this.
I was feeling shy and my cheeks became red. My brown nipples were erect, and he murmured, slowly with a low voice, “You’re so wet for me.”
Then he didn’t wait. He removed my panties slowly from waist to thighs, then calves, and to the feet. I did not say anything to him. He pressed his face against my wet pussy. The first touch of his tongue was like a lightning strike. I gasped. I gasped loudly, and my head fell back. My fingers were digging into his shoulders. He was devouring my wet cunt on my bed. His tongue was circling and flicking with a magic that made my world tilt.
Oh! Aww! Fuck!! Mummmmm! My moans were high, and my fingers were rubbing his skull.
Then, he moved up on my body. His gaze was on my rounded boobs. Without wasting time, his mouth found my boobs. He sucked and bit my brown nipples, a sweet pain that made my hips arch off the bed.
After boobs sucking, he looked in my eyes, and I spread my legs wider for him. He smiled and adjusted himself for a big action. He entered his dick with a single and powerful thrust inside my cunt. Ufff! It was a sensational thrust.
Every thrust was a recovery for me. With every stroke, the tired worker, the tired wife, and the invisible mother vanished. There was only this heat, this rhythm, and the sound of our breathing echoing in the dark.
I was raising my breath. The tension in my body reached a breaking point with his thrust. I started to enjoy it with a sharp pain. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me shaking and breathless in his arms. Finally, I allowed him to explore my body, who had been a ghost in my mind for the last year.
It was a beautiful feeling. But “Brrrring” “Brring” sounds woke me up and shattered my beautiful dream. My eyes snapped open. I saw the white ceiling of my roof. The heat was gone, replaced by the chill of the room.
Next to me, my husband was asking me to wake up. “Bhanu? Wake up. The milkman didn’t come today. I am going out to bring the milk packet. Wake up, Bhanu, you are getting late. I need to drop the kid off at school.”
He got out of bed. But he was completely unaware that I just returned from another world.
I was still in bed. My skin was still sensitive, and my heart was still racing. I reached down. My hand was trembling as I touched my pussy. It was wet from the dream.
I woke up and looked at the reflection in the mirror. I saw my dark circles and messy hair in the mirror. I saw myself in the mirror as the 40-year-old middle-class woman who has a million things to do before 7:00 am.
I told myself, “Get up, you bitch, come back to reality”. The dream was broken, and I walked toward the kitchen to start my day.
To be continued in the next part.
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