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Boss Wife Sonia Took My Lund Raw In Her Empty Flat

Boss Wife Sonia Took My Lund Raw In Her Empty Flat

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I still get hard thinking about that afternoon in Ahmedabad. This is my hinglish married woman sex story and I am writing it exactly how it happened, no soft talk. My boss Rajesh had gone to some outstation meeting for three days. His wife Sonia called my number from his phone. She said beta kuch saman lana hai jo office se chhoot gaya, can you bring it to the house. I was only the junior accounts guy, twenty eight, living in a shared room near the ring road. I took a bus and reached their society around two in the afternoon when the whole floor was dead quiet.

She opened the door wearing a simple yellow cotton saree, no blouse properly tucked, the pallu hanging loose so I could see the thick strap of her black bra. Sweat on her neck. Big breasts pushing out. She smiled like she already knew I was staring. Come inside fast she said, AC is on. The moment I stepped in she locked the door and took the file from my hand and threw it on the sofa. I stood there like a fool. Then she put her palm flat on my chest and pushed me back against the wall.

You think I called you for some paper Amit. Her voice was low and thick. I have been watching how you look at me when you come to drop reports. Today nobody is home. Husband gone, maid gone. Only you and me. Before I could balak opening my mouth she grabbed my belt buckle and yanked it open so hard the metal clicked. Her fingers went straight inside my pants and wrapped around my cock. It was already half hard from the bus ride thinking dirty thoughts. She squeezed and said yeh toh bada tight package hai. Full stiff in seconds while she pumped me slow through the underwear.

She Forced Me Down On The Carpet First

Sonia pushed me to the living room carpet. I landed on my back and she climbed over me still in the saree. She pulled her pallu completely off and the blouse buttons popped one by one under her own fingers. Those heavy brown breasts jumped free, big dark nipples already hard. She shoved one into my mouth and held my head like she was feeding a baby. Suck proper she said, use tongue. I sucked loud, saliva running down her underboob while her hand kept stroking my cock out of the pants. Pre-cum was already leaking over her fingers and she wiped it across her own nipple then made me lick that too.

She stood up only long enough to push the saree all the way down. No petticoat, only a tiny black panty wet in the middle. When she peeled that off I saw thick black pubic hair and her choot lips shiny. She squatted right over my face and dropped her weight. Eat she ordered. I stuck my tongue out and she ground that hot wet slit up and down my mouth, choking me with her thighs. Her juices tasted salty and strong. She kept saying aur andar, deep, and slapped my cheek when I tried to breathe. Two fingers of mine slid into her easily. She was loose and hot from maybe morning alone time. I finger fucked her hard while sucking her clit and she started moaning in pure Hindi mix, haan randi banake chodo, aise hi.

My jaw was aching when she finally lifted off. She turned around, face toward my feet, and sat her big gaand right on my chest so her dripping choot was back on my mouth again and her mouth reached my cock. She sucked me like she was starving. Full throat, no gag, spit running down my balls. I felt her throat muscles squeeze the head. I pushed two fingers into her arsehole without asking and she moaned around my lund so the vibration went straight to my spine. She was a married woman but she took those fingers like she wanted more. Her husband probably never did this filthy style.

Bedroom Became A Complete Mess

She dragged me by the cock to the master bedroom. Big double bed, AC full blast, curtains drawn. She pushed me down and climbed on top reverse cowgirl first. Her thick ass cheeks spread as she sank down on my shaft in one go. No condom. Raw. That wet heat swallowed me completely and she bounced hard, balls deep every time. I watched my cock disappear between those brown lips and come out coated white. She reached back and spread her own cheeks so I could see everything. Gaand mein bhi daalna hai kya she asked over her shoulder, half laughing half moaning. I spat on my fingers, rubbed her tight hole and pushed the tip of my thumb in while she kept riding. She came first like that, legs shaking, choot squeezing my lund so hard I almost shot too early.

I flipped her onto all fours. Her big breasts hung and swung every time I slammed in. I grabbed her hip bones and fucked without mercy, skin slapping loud. She kept saying harder beta harder, maaro is shadi shuda choot ko. I pulled out only to slap my wet cock against her clit then shoved back in. After ten rough minutes I pulled free, spat thick on her arsehole again and pressed the head there. She froze for half a second then pushed back herself. Slowly the tight ring opened and I sank halfway. Fuck that felt insane, hotter and tighter than her pussy. I worked deeper until my balls touched her skin. She was face down biting the pillow and grunting. Full gaand chudai on her own marriage bed.

I reached under and rubbed her clit hard while buried in her ass. She came again, messy, juices dripping down onto the sheet. I could not last. I pulled out of her arse, jerked twice and blasted thick ropes across her back and into her open hole. White cream sliding down. She looked back smiling dirty and scooped some cum with two fingers then licked it slow. Taste your own mard she said. Then she rolled over, spread her legs wide and told me clean my choot properly with tongue. I did, tasting her and my leftover precum mix while she held my hair.

Round Two In The Bathroom

We barely rested five minutes. She pulled me into the attached bathroom and turned the shower on hot. Water running over her heavy body, makeup streaking, hair stuck to her neck. She soaped my cock until it stood fully hard again then turned, bent over the sink and looked at me in the mirror. Ab bilkul zor se she said. I entered her pussy from behind standing. Wet bodies smacking. I watched her face in the mirror twist every time I bottomed out. One hand on her breast squeezing the nipple, other on her throat light. She loved that. Her eyes rolled. I felt her walls flutter and she squirted a little down my thighs mixed with shower water.

I switched holes again. Arse then pussy then arse, no rhythm just pure use. My balls slapped wet. She reached back and held her cheeks open for deeper strokes. After a long rough stretch I pulled out, sat on the closed toilet lid and made her sit on me facing forward. She rode like a professional, bouncing so her breasts hit my face. I bit her nipples and she cursed filthy in Hinglish. Lund bahut bada hai tera, pet tak ja raha hai. Her juices were soaking my lap. I stood up still inside her, carried her two steps and pinned her back to the cold tile wall. Legs wrapped around me I pounded upward until my legs burned. I came second time deep in her pussy, pulsing hard, filling her. She kept grinding even after to milk every drop.

We dried with the same towel. She put only the saree back loosely, nothing underneath. Cum was still leaking down her inner thigh when she walked me to the door. Same time next week if husband is travelling she said casually, like she was booking a service. She kissed me once hard, bit my lower lip, then pushed me out and locked the door. I walked to the bus stop with my cock still sticky inside the pants and the smell of her all over my fingers.

That woman is married nearly nine years. Two kids in hostel. Yet she took my lund in every hole like she had been starving for years. I went back three more times that month. Each visit dirtier. Once she made me fuck her on the kitchen platform while her pressure cooker was whistling. Once she swallowed every drop on her knees in the balcony at dusk. But that first afternoon on the carpet and bed and bathroom is the one that rewired my brain. Every time I open a file for boss now I remember his wife bouncing on me naked and leaking. Hardcore does not even cover it. She used me totally and I let her.

Even now when I stroke alone I see her thick thighs clamping my head and hear her telling me to destroy that married choot. No love, no sweet talk, just raw need. That is how it stays in my head forever.

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