Sex with married lady met in seminar

It’s a true story that happened with me in 2003 when I went to Hyderabad for a seminar for 2 days. I was then unmarried and quite inexperienced in love making……then I couldn’t figure much difference between a sex and masturbation.

I had a few quick sessions with my fiancé but it was just trying to complete the job without being caught. Although Anu is her short name she also came to the same institute for training, she was there in the institute for last 3 days. She came from vellore. She was married and had 2 children.

I didn’t ask her age but I figure out she must be around 23-25 years, she was
about 60 kgs and plump with large assets. I first met her in the breakfast room it was too crowded and I took a seat opposite her and said Hi to start a conversation. We chatted for some time briefly stating our personal lives. I lied to her that I am married and my wife is expecting.

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We again met over lunch and we briefly talked about the seminar and her course. She also enquired about my wife and I called up my fiancé just to back up my lie. We agreed that in the evening we would go together to Charminar area but some pearls and bangles and have biryani as dinner.

When we met in the evening there were two more people who joined us and first we had a long walk, where I and Anu was often touching each other. We reached the shopping area and after some while we were on our own. Our other friends decided to go to some other place and we agreed to meet in a certain restaurant.

We went to some bangle shop where she bought bangles for her daughter and for herself. I also bought bangles for my fiancé. We then went to a pearl shop where she helped me purchase a necklace for my girl friend. I also gifted a single pearl to her, which was in fact a very cheap gift. When coming out of the shop the step was quite high and she held my hand.

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Even after coming down the step, I didn’t release her soft hand, I hold on to them and gave a slight press and enjoyed holding her hand. When we came near the restaurant she asked will you release my hand now??? We smiled. I was sitting by her in the restaurant; often our thighs touched and would send shivers to my boner…..

Its kind of too much when you are a starving bachelor. We returned to our hostel and went into each other rooms. She called me on the intercom and requested for a night walk….I readily agreed and we had a long walk where again in some or other pretext I touched her softness. Sometime holding her hand, sometime touching her back,

All the while my boner was struggling to be freed. We returned to our room and I tried to masturbate thinking of her but suddenly the phone rang. It was her voice…..she said she is not feeling sleepy and would like to talk with me…We talked for a long time it might be around 1.00 am. I asked can I come to her room and we can continue with the talk…

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By the time we already had some horny talk and some discussion about our married life. We didn’t say that we are kind of unhappy with our existing marriage but we enjoyed each other company. I sneaked into her room; she was short about 5’, a little plump but soft n supple. She was wearing a maxi. We sat on a sofa and she had her head on my lap.

I touched and massaged her body and we talked. Then I slowly lifted her maxi, she was wearing petticoat under it which I pushed that upward and massaged her soft, rounded and plump thighs. She had dark and smooth complexion with no hairs on her skin, she had an intoxicating suppleness. It was kind of too much for a starving bachelor….

I was just too eager to fuck her and discharge my load. I removed her maxi, she was in her petticoat and bra, she had large breast.. We proceeded to the bed, it was a small single bed so there was not much possibility left for doing any kind of show, and moreover I was too eager for a fuck rather than any other show.

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I removed off my T-shirt and my trouser; I hurriedly opened the knot of her
petticoat and down it went. She didn’t have any panty. She had a big vagina, in the dark room I don’t know how it looked but it was shaved. I wanted to kiss n lick the vagina as I had read n watched in many movies, she also smelled sweet, but she didn’t allow me to lick her…..

I contended with kissing the inner thighs and massaged her softness. I touched the inner folds of her vagina; it was so wet and hot that my fingers just slipped inside. She had big rounded buttock and I kneaded them to my heart’s content. I sucked, smooched and mauled her supple and large breast, she had big breast with large areola,

which I sucked and realised that she had big stiff hard nipples. Ohh the whole feel of her was driving me crazy. When I kissed the back ear lobes it sent shivers down her. I rubbed my hands on her back and felt the smoothness down to the softness of her breast. I removed off my remaining dress and entered her.

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I hoped she would have given me a blow job but nothing as such happened. She touched my tool and guided it inside her large pussy, it slipped inside the wet softness in a slurp, releasing a low moan from her voice. She didn’t say that my tool is larger and bigger than her hubby or it’s so tight in her pussy that she can’t take it.

It just slipped in and the best thing of fucking her was her loud voice. She mumbled something in Tamil which seemed so poetic and erotic to listen although I couldn’t understand it, she spoke to me rubbed her fingers on my hair and my back. She kind of loved me as I was everything that mattered. I was too inexperienced to reciprocate.

I surely feel today that one has to be married to make love; otherwise it’s just a fuck. I must have pumped her for 10 minutes but I couldn’t figure out whether she had any orgasm…neither did I cared. I had mine orgasm, a big one ….I lifted the plump little woman clinging to her and pumped my semen inside her.

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Oh I forgot to mention that she had mentioned me earlier that there is no risk of pregnancy as she had her operation after 2 kids. We talked for a while and I thought that I could have another round of fuck, this one more fulfilling but my tool didn’t erected within minutes as I had read and watched. I retreated to my room after giving very deep wet kisses.

I gave her my visiting card but she never contacted me. I tried to contact her by using the pieces of information she had provided but couldn’t succeed.

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