I still get hard thinking about that afternoon in Jaipur when everything went dirty real quick. This hinglish housewife sex story is exactly how it happened with my neighbour aunty next door. My name is Karan and I stay on rent in the same building. She is Nisha, married woman around mid thirties, full round hips, heavy chest that always push against her nighty. Her husband leaves early for office and most days the flat stays quiet.
That day I was home between jobs. Heard her door open soft and she called my name slow. Karan beta thoda help chahiye pani ke can ke saath. Her voice had that sticky edge already. I stepped out and saw her in thin cotton nighty, dark brown nipples almost showing through the cloth. She smiled without smiling proper and said aao andar jaldi, koi nahi hai ghar pe. I went in.
She Shut The Door And Got Straight To Business
First thing she did after locking was stand close and put my hand straight on her chest. Feel how tight it is she said low, husband ko pata bhi nahi chalta ab. I squeezed both tods hard and she moaned through her teeth. Cloth came off in two pulls. Big soft boobs bounced free, dark nipples hard already. I sucked one then the other rough while she pushed my head down. Her hand went straight inside my pant and grabbed my lund like she was checking thickness. Itbahut bada hai aaj she whispered and started rubbing the top with her thumb smearing the precum.
I pushed her back toward the sofa. She sat and yanked my pant down full. My lund sprang out thick and heavy near her mouth. Without any cute play she opened wide and took the head in, salivating all over it. Then deeper till she gagged and spit ran down her chin. I held her hair bun loose and fucked her mouth slow first then faster. She kept making wet choking sounds but never pulled off. Both hands on my thighs pulling me even more in. Her eyes watered but she looked up dirty, like she wanted me to ruin her throat first.
After some minutes I pulled out shining with spit. Turned her around on the sofa cushions. Nightly was already off. Her panty was soaked dark at the centre. I ripped it to the side and saw her choot, trimmed light hair, lips swollen and sticky. I slapped it twice and she jerked her hips back. Then I licked full long stroke from her clit down to the hole. She tasted salty and strong. Two fingers went in easy and started pumping while my tongue worked the front. She was already dripping down my wrist.
Karan putar abhi daal do she almost snarled. No soft talk. I stood up behind her, rubbed the wet head up and down her slit and pushed in one strong stroke till my balls slapped her. She cried out and gripped the sofa arm hard. Her choot was hot and gripping tight around me. I started fucking proper, long pulls out then full bury. The wet sound filled the room. Slap slap of skin. She pushed back matching every thrust, butt cheeks jiggling hard each time.
I reached under and pinched her hanging nipples while pounding. Her moan went high and she said harder bhaiya tod do aaj. So I grabbed her waist both hands and slammed faster. The sofa creaked loud. Her juices made white foam around my lund. I pulled out sudden and flipped her onto her back, legs up over my shoulders. Plunged back in deep from front. From this angle I watched her heavy boobs bounce wild every thrust. Her face was pure lust, mouth open, tongue out a bit. I spit on her chest and rubbed it in while fucking her core hard.
Second Round Got Even Dirtier On The Bed
She came first time shaking around my cock, insides fluttering and squeezing. Squealing soft so neighbours would not hear more. But I was not done. Still rock hard I pulled her up and walked her half dragged toward the bedroom. She stumbled on weak legs but kept holding my lund stroking it wet. On the bed she went on all fours again without asking. Peeche se maar forcefully she said looking back, dirty smile. I mounted and entered full. This time I slapped her gaand cheeks red while ramming. Marks bloomed pink. She loved it, pushed back harder each slap.
Finger on her clit rubbed fast circles while my hips never stopped. She came again leaking more onto the sheet. I felt my own build rising but held it. Pulled out and made her turn. Get on your back and open wide I told her plain. She did, knees to chest, choot gaping and shiny. I pushed both her ankles high and drove deeper than before. The head of my lund was battering her inside soft spot. Each hit made her moan cracked. Her hands clawed the bedsheet and she begged for my load. Andar daal dena aaj please, bhar do pura.
I leaned over her, chest to tits, and kissed her messy with lots of tongue while still pumping short hard strokes. Then I felt it break. I buried deep and unloaded thick ropes straight into her womb. Pulse after pulse. She clamped legs around me locking me in, milking every drop with her walls. I stayed there till it stopped twitching. When I pulled free a thick white trail leaked out slow onto the bed and over her ass crack.
She was breathing hard but not finished. Sit on my face she ordered and I lay back. Her messy cum filled choot lowered onto my mouth. I licked and sucked our mixed juice while she ground slow circles. Two of my fingers pushed back inside her hole scooping more then she sucked those fingers clean looking straight into eyes. After that she bent over my still half hard lund and cleaned it with her tongue long slow licks until it stood full again for round three.
This time she rode me cowgirl. Dropping her weight full each drop so I hit bottom. Her big titties swung close to my face and I bit the nipples when she came down. She controlled the rhythm, slow deliberate then sudden fast bouncing that made wet squelch loud again. Sweat ran from her neck down between breasts. I held her hips and thrust up meeting her. When she started shaking third time I rolled us so she was under again and finished second load over her stomach and across those heavy tits painting white stripes. She rubbed it into her skin smiling exhausted and full of filth.
We lay dirty for some time. Outside the afternoon sun was still strong. She wiped between her legs with her own nighty then threw it aside. He comes after seven she said plain. Next time you come earlier. No romance nothing soft. Just the hunger clear. I got dressed slow, still sticky, and left when the corridor was empty. My legs felt weak but cock already twitching again thinking of next weekday.
After that day she called me more than once. Always same thin nighty and locked door. Always that wet hungry choot ready. That first afternoon set the tone bare and rude. No sweet words just flesh and need. I can still hear the sofa creaking and her broken moans when I think about it late night alone.
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