I am sharing my real experience. My name is Supriya, and I live in Chennai. I am 41 years old and a mother of two kids. I exercise and practice yoga daily. My measurements are 36-28-34.
My mobile phone started ringing while I was sleeping, serving as my wake-up call. It was 5:30 a.m., and I turned off the alarm. My husband’s arm was around my waist as we both slept without clothes. I got out of bed and put on my nightdress.
I woke my husband and asked him to get dressed. Afterwards, I left the bedroom and began my morning chores. Upon waking, I felt like something was missing from my life. My emotions weren’t quite right, but I still managed to cook breakfast for my kids and prepare my husband’s lunch box.
My kids and husband left the house, and I closed the door behind them. I took a long shower and emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. After removing the towel, I stood in front of the mirror and admired my nude body. My hubby is not capable of hard and aggressive sex.
I don’t have a boyfriend who can impress me in bed. I go to the gym every day, and due to that, I feel horny most of the time. My sexual feelings were high today. I had hard sex in Bangalore when I visited my sister’s home four months back.
I had a hook-up with a stranger in Bangalore, but it was close to 4 months back. But today, my body needs hard sex, and that forced me to cheat on my husband again. I wore a deep-neck tank top and jeans. For safety, I kept two condoms in my handbag and then left home.
I rode my scooter for about 7 kilometres and finally arrived at my destination. It’s a coffee and eatery shop under the flyover, and mostly, that place is famous for meeting call girls. I was looking for a decent guy, but to my bad luck, I didn’t find one. I stayed there for an hour, but I didn’t find a decent person.
After leaving that place, I arrived at the luxury hotel, hoping to find a hook-up. I wanted to test my luck in this upscale setting. I went to the washroom, changed my hairstyle, and applied some lipstick. I added a bit of makeup to my face and adjusted my top to showcase my belly to those in the hotel.
I have an hourglass figure, with a waist circumference of 28 inches and a flat stomach. With my curvy backside, I decided to walk confidently and enticingly in front of people. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the washroom and headed to the buffet restaurant on the second floor.
I noticed a decent crowd at a buffet restaurant. They were wearing blazers and speaking good English. People were gathered in different areas of the restaurant. I decided to try to attract someone from the group. I put my phone to my ear and pretended to be busy talking while I walked around the restaurant.
As I moved, I deliberately made noise with my heels and swayed my hips to draw attention. This plan was working, and I could sense that the men around me were gazing at my breasts and buttocks. While I was wandering around the restaurant, my handbag slipped from my hand.
I picked it up from the floor. But in the process, my breasts were exposed, becoming a visual distraction for several men nearby. I see their erect dick over the pants, and their eyes speak a lot of aggression to my sexy body. I have identified my direction.
It’s time for me to take political action and pursue my ambitions with a win-win approach. I just communicated the conversation like I was speaking on the phone, letting the person know that I was waiting and would connect with them shortly. After that, I disconnected the call and made eye contact with a group of men.
There was also a single man just beside the group who was not wearing a blazer. He wore shorts and a T-shirt, but I didn’t pay much attention as I sat in the chair. I was pretending to be busy with my phone. After two minutes, a single man sat down in front of me.
He greeted me with a bold and attractive voice. I took a moment to assess him as he sat across from me. He was undeniably handsome—over 6 feet tall, with striking blue eyes, black hair, and a well-defined physique. It was clear to me that he was a foreigner.
I responded confidently with a “Hi.” Our conversation flowed smoothly with engaging topics. His name is Patrick, and he hails from Italy. As we talked, I sensed that he had the potential to fulfil my desires. But I chose to maintain my composure and not display any desperation.
During our conversation, he invited me to lunch. But I informed him that I was waiting for my friend, who planned to treat me. Although his invitation was tempting, I ultimately decided to join him for the buffet lunch. He seemed genuinely interested in traditional Indian cuisine.
He asked about the cooking process. As I explained it, I calmly served the food, feeling confident in both the conversation and the moment. I explained the food preparation process while serving the food. My fingers rubbed against each other.
I sensed that he admired my figure, but I remained composed. I didn’t show any signs of desperation in the restaurant. At the same time, I subtly highlighted the gap between my breasts to pique his interest. He seemed captivated and began discussing his stamina to impress me.
He was in his mid-thirties and had played rugby in college. He was strong, energetic, and generally quite decent. After finishing our meal, he paid my bill. I thanked him as we said our goodbyes. As we left the restaurant, I noticed a hint of sadness on his face.
But he still invited me to his room to view his travel photos. I politely declined his request, appreciating his decent attitude and kind words. Ultimately, I decided to change the course of our interaction and began engaging him in conversation.
Me: I will leave now, Patrick. Thank you for lunch. I met a nice person because my friend didn’t attend.
Patrick: It’s my pleasure, beautiful lady.
Me: Your perfume smells great. May I ask which brand it is?
Patrick: It’s Mediterranean Scents. Do you like it?
Me: Of course! I love perfumes, and it’s my hobby to collect them.
Patrick: Really! If you want, I can gift you perfume.
Me: Wow! You are so sweet. I would love that gift.
Then we both went to his room. He picked up two bottles of perfume from his bag. What I noticed most was his happy expression when I accompanied him. He sprayed a little perfume on my wrist and asked me to smell it. I did, and it was a fantastic fragrance.
He then smelled my wrist, and as soon as he did, I took a step back. However, he gently held my wrist and kissed it. I smiled shyly, and he pulled me closer to his chest, hugging me gently. I asked him to let me go, but he wasn’t willing to part. I pushed him away a bit and took a step back.
Our eyes met, and I smiled at him. He then sprayed the scent on my chest and belly button. I bit my lips, and he reached out to me at lightning speed, smelling my chest.
At that moment, I decided to stop acting like a decent girl. I asked him, “Patrick! It’s two in the afternoon. Let’s wrap up our session by 3. I need to be home by 4.”
He was excited, but I interrupted him to kiss my lips. “Hey! What happened?” he asked. “Do you have a condom?” I replied. “Oh! Damn, I don’t have one,” he said. “I can’t be kind to you in bed without it,” I teased.
“I’m going out to get one,” he offered. I laughed and said, “Don’t worry. I think I have one in my handbag.”
P: Why do you have a condom in your handbag?
Me: I went out of the station with my husband, and we had sex there. I put unused packs in my handbag.
P: Wow! You are great!
In an instant, he whipped off my top with breathtaking speed. His lips crashed against mine in a passionate kiss that took my breath away. I was captivated by his infectious energy. Before I knew it, his hands found their way to the delicate clasp of my bra, a bold move that sent a thrill down my spine.
Our kiss began with an intensity that took my breath away. He is an amazing kisser, and I find myself captivated by every moment. Our kiss delves deeper with every heartbeat. He released my bra hooks slowly and moved his hands on my backside.
He was pressing my buttocks over my pants while kissing passionately. His strong critique on my backside was making me wet at my part. My hands moved to reach his skull, but he was too tall, and my short arms couldn’t reach it.
I began to rub his back with my fingers, and he started to touch my belly button.
Uff! It’s a great, sensational feeling. As his finger lightly brushed against my belly, a rush of warmth spread through me, igniting a spark of connection that sent tingles down my spine. I was determined to remove his T-shirt, but he was unwilling to break the kiss.
His shirt was caught at the neck, keeping us locked in. As my fingers glided over his bare back, I felt a surge of excitement. He was incredibly strong, like iron—much more than I had expected. I found myself wondering if he was the type to dive straight into my pussy without any foreplay.
I finally pulled back from the kiss and confidently asked him about it. “Patrick, I have to leave soon. Please finish it quickly and take your shirt off from the neck.”
“Oh! You are incredibly attractive. I can’t insult your beautiful body without kissing every inch.”
With that said, he removed my bra from my body and hugged me tightly. Hmm! Awww! It was beautiful! My nude boobs received the best hug received so far in my life. My nipples were erect like small towers. I moved his hands and placed them on his buttocks.
His scent made me feel romantic as I pushed him closer. He kissed my ears and inhaled the scent of my neck. He moved his hand on my belly button again. But this time, he pushed my jeans a little below and placed his index finger over my panty.
And then he said while rubbing my pussy with his finger, ” I love to destroy your Target. I love your body composure.” I loved his words and quickly moved my hands on his dick. Fuck! It was unbelievable for me as his dick is thick and long.
It felt very strong, like a bicep muscle. I was expecting a big feast on my pussy. I said, “Your weapon can spoil the Target.” He laughed and said, “My weapon is known for that. I can’t wait to hit my target. Let’s get punished, my sexy lady.”
With that, he pushed me onto the bed and removed my jeans and panties. I encouraged him to take off my clothes and spread my legs on the bed. He was shouting, “Dusty girl! I love the little hair around your treasure. It looks amazing.” Hmm, then he rolled out his tongue on my treasure.
“Ahh! Awww! Yeah, yes, ah, aw, come on, man.” He was exactly doing what horny women needed on the bed. I was moaning on the bed with loudly, and he was dealing with my pussy. He was licking and sucking my pussy lips, and my hands moved on his skull and rubbed it with pleasure.
His fingers were pressing my erect nipples while licking my pussy. My moans were unstoppable and loud. It was an unbelievable feeling on the bed. He was pressing my nipples and licking my pussy at the same time. I felt my nipples erect at the highest point with him.
His tongue moved deeply inside the pussy and showed the magical pleasure. My legs were in the air, and he pushed its tongue deep inside my tongue. Later, he moved his hand and pushed his one index finger in the ass hole. I was wet, and he tasted my cum.
But still, he continued to lick my pussy and inserted his fat middle finger inside my pussy. He started to push his middle finger deeply inside my pussy. At the same time, he was licking my upper pussy lips. I was moaning and encouraging him on the bed.
His middle finger travelled a good distance inside my pussy, and he moved to the 69 position. I kissed his dick but didn’t go for a blowjob. He was disappointed and asked me for a blowjob. I didn’t go for a blowjob because I needed sex for my body.
I strongly believe that giving a blow will have an emotional connection with the partner. So, I don’t have an emotional connection with Patrick. I just wanted to use him to fulfil my lust. While he requested the blow, I put the condom on his dick and asked him to finish his job.
He didn’t make a noise to blow as soon as possible. I was wearing the condom on his thick dick. Then he positioned me in missionary and bit my black nipples. He didn’t stop biting my nipples further. He started to suck my 36d cups smoothly.
Seems like he loved my boobs, and he was sucking them perfectly. I was making moans. Later, he had a cunning smile on his face. It made me horny, and I crossed my legs wider and closed my eyes. He spat on my pussy hardly with his two fingers.
I was not expecting that from him. He spat it hard. I was in pain, but I liked his spat and asked him again with closed eyes. He spat it again and again! I was moaning with lustful noise and raised my hip. He placed his strong arm on either side of the waist. He placed his dick over my pussy.
Patrick started to push his thick dick inside my pussy. Oh! No, ah, it was not easy for me. Fuck! His thick dick head was breaking my pussy skin. It was unbelievable pain, and my hands were pulling on either side of the bedsheet. My legs were kicking the bed mattress, and my moans were loud.
Patrick has no mercy on me. His blue eyes were enlightened with happiness, and pushing his dick inside my pussy. Oh! Now, it’s breaking my skin inside the pussy. His dick is thick and long. I guess its dick size should be around 10 inches. He pushed it inside my pussy.
Once it’s entered, I take a deep breath and ask him to stop it. I can’t take it, monster’s dick. He just smiled and said, “Let’s have a ride for some time.” With that, he started to thrust powerfully, and my moans were unstoppable. He moved into a proper missionary position.
He held both my wrists, and his chest was crushing my body. His chest would be like 44 inches. He has a broad shoulders with muscular biceps. He should be more than 110 kgs. With that type of energetic personality, readers can understand my position.
I was underneath his chest and taking the full muscular weight of him. My boobs were crushed like sugarcane juice while he was thrusting me. His thick dick was reaching a deeper point. I never imagined it in my dreams. He was pressing my wrist harder while thrusting it.
Very soon, I filled with sweat and made heavy moans, “Leave me, Patrick, Pat, you are killing my pussy. Aw, ah.” But he fucked me for over 15 minutes in that position. Later, quickly, he pulled me to the edge of the mattress and rested my legs on either side of his shoulder.
Again, he pushed his dick quickly and started to thrust powerful. This time, his thrust was more powerful than the previous one. The bed started to vibrate. I can hear the louder sound of thap, thap when his lower abdomen hits my pussy. I was wet with sweat.
But he didn’t have any sweat and fucking me with great energy. I was requesting him to stop, but he didn’t stop fucking me. His hands moved on my boobs, and he started to mould my breast while fucking me. Looks like he loves my breasts very much.
He moulded it very hard, like how we treat Atta to make chapati rolls. My breasts became red, and my throat started to be painful. I started to feel weak, but I didn’t see any sign of stopping him. He looks very fresh and more aggressive, even after 45 minutes of sex.
I was asking him to stop, but he picked me up while his 10 inches dick was inside my pussy. I was impressed by his energy, and soon, my legs were around his waist, and I closed my eyes. He leaned me towards the wall and started to fuck powerful.
It was the hardest fuck in my life. I was moaning. Further, we both moved to the washroom in the same position. He didn’t take out his dick from my pussy and started the hot steam bath. There, he positioned me in the standing missionary position.
He started the powerful thrust under the shower, and he was enjoying me. He is strong. I don’t have any way of escaping from him. He fucked me in the washroom, and then he finally stopped under the shower. We both were out of the washroom and relaxed for some time.
I checked the time. I had to leave the place, but he didn’t allow me to wear my dress. His energy levels are still high. His dick was erected when he touched my bare breast. He quickly pushed me on the bed and turned me to the back. Then he forcefully put my hands to the back in milliseconds.
He held my wrist powerfully so that I remained in that position. With the other hand, he moved his index finger on my ass crack. He said, ” I have yet to destroy your sexy target.” I breathed heavily, and I started to feel nervous after hearing his words.
I was begging him, “Pat, please allow me to leave. I can’t take the pain as your dick is thick and longer.” He smiled and started to lick my ass hole. I was asking him to leave me. I was nervous and afraid because I knew the amount of pain to be afforded for me.
But at the same time, I was attracted to his licking skills over my ass crack. I started to have lustful moans. “Patrick, please, baby, don’t punish me with ass fuck.” He licked it for some time. Then he held my hair with one hand, and with another hand, he was holding my wrist.
With that, he pushed his dick quickly inside my ass crack. It was a huge pain and with cry moans for me. He didn’t show any mercy and fucked my ass more powerful than others in my life. He wasn’t stopping and pulling my hair hard while fucking my ass.
Later, he realized my hands but spanking my ass cheeks occasionally and fucking my ass powerful. He was shouting at me with all the bad words and pressing and pinching my boobs, pulling my hair. Spanking my ass cheeks while fucking my ass.
I was in pain, and tears were coming out of my eyes. It’s over 3 pm, and Patrick is not in the mood to leave my ass. I requested him. But he was shouting at me like, “You slutty ass lady, let’s moan harder and harder. I love your ass.”
My phone started to ring, but it was far away from the bed. Patrick was not leaving me to attend to the call. It was over 30 minutes. Patrick’s mobile started to ring, and luckily, it was his reminder. He has to catch a flight to Mumbai at 8, so he has to check out the room soon.
With sadness on his face and erect dick, he forcefully stopped it. It was over 4:30 pm. I quickly got dressed to leave his place, feeling a mix of emotions. Just as I was about to walk out, he pulled me into a tight hug. He unexpectedly handed me a bag as a gift.
After saying our goodbyes, I made my way home, arriving around 6:30 pm. When I got there, I noticed that my kids were taking a nap at a neighbour’s flat. That provided me with some relief. I expressed my gratitude to the neighbours for looking after them, and I appreciate their help.
Later that evening, around 9 pm, I finally found a moment to open the bag he had given me. Inside, I discovered his visiting card, which prompted a wave of conflicting feelings. Without giving it much thought, I decided to burn the card, wanting to distance myself from that part of my life.
The bag also contained a stunning set of Mediterranean perfume bottles, beautifully packaged and reflecting a luxurious touch. I set those aside for the moment, focusing instead on another surprise. There was 35,000 in cash tucked neatly away in the bag.
I carefully placed the money in my drawer, feeling a mix of disbelief and caution about how I would handle this unexpected gift. Kindly share feedback at [email protected].