Hi! My name is Shruti. I am a 40-year-old wife and a mother of two daughters. I am sharing an experience I had three years ago. It’s an experience that changed me as a person, but I am not proud of it even though I hold it close to my heart. That’s why I don’t share it with people I know. I hope sharing it online anonymously will help me in a positive way.
I was 37 years old when the incident happened. My husband, Prakash, was 41 years old, and our daughters were 13 and 11 years old. I am a housewife, and Prakash is an accountant. He is an active person who likes to become involved in social causes. He is also an association member in our apartment complex. Though he was a social person, he was protective of me and our daughters. He didn’t invite unnecessary guests to our home. He even avoided inviting friendly neighbours and association members. I am also protective of my daughters and avoid attracting unwanted attention. I only went out alone for grocery shopping. I visited relatives and went to movies with my husband and daughters. In spite of that, one day I received a message from an unknown number. It was a dirty message, so I couldn’t tell my husband. I was sure he would only suspect me of dressing provocatively or flirting with young men.
This is the first message I received: Hi, Shruti…you are very sexy… I can’t resist watching your big boobs…your big ass really makes my dick stand up. I am jealous of your husband. I am dreaming of having sex with you…please don’t disappoint me.
I was offended and confused by the message for multiple reasons. I do have a big bust, hips, and bottom. But, that’s one of the reasons I cover myself properly with my saree or dupatta whenever I go out. I also had not given my mobile number to strangers, so it was hard to guess who could have sent that message.
Two days after I received the message, I realised Rahul was the only new person who had been coming to our house frequently. He was an IT professional and he was single. He lived in the same apartments with his parents, and he helped my husband with some management jobs for the apartments. He was helpful and respectful, so my husband and I had become friendly with him. But I didn’t think he could’ve sent that message to me because he was a decent and a soft-spoken young man. Besides, he usually called me auntie, but the message mentioned my name, Shruthi. I couldn’t think of anyone who could be so perverted to send that message to me. It was a mystery.
After one week, I got another message from the same number. This is the message: I saw you today. You covered yourself too much, but you still made my dick stand. It hurts when you make my dick so hard. Help! Take it inside. Shruti!
It was too much. I couldn’t think of anybody suspicious. I decided to tell Prakash about the messages. But when I was ready to talk to him, he gave me the bad news that his company was not doing well and he might loose his job. I started worrying about his job and didn’t tell him about the messages.
After a couple of weeks, I met Rahul at the entrance of the apartment complex and told him about my husband’s job. I told him Prakash was really worried, and because of that he has been getting irritated with me, and even the children are finding it difficult. Rahul consoled me and said he will talk with Prakash and do his best to help him find a job.
The next evening Rahul came home. He helped Prakash update his resume and sent it to some of his contacts. We thanked Rahul and hoped a prospective employer would respond.
While we waited patiently, I received another dirty message. This is the message: Wow! You’re very hot! I want to rub my face on your boobs and ass. You make my dick so hard. I want to fuck you, Shruti!
I began to doubt Rahul because recently I had noticed him admiring my face while I was talking to him. And when he came home last time, I saw him looking at my breasts and navel. But I still didn’t think he could write dirty messages to me because he behaved respectfully. I wondered if my husband was playing a prank on me, but I didn’t think he was in the mood for games because he was too worried about his job.
After a few days, Prakash started getting responses from companies. And, Rahul came home and told us his company had asked him to go to Singapore for a project implementation. We wished him a safe journey and the best of luck.
Three days after Rahul left, Prakash got an interview call through one of Rahul’s friends at his company. He attended the interview and said he did well in the interview. But the company didn’t get back to him even after one and a half weeks. After two weeks, I received a call from Rahul. He told me his friend had informed him that Prakash had got the job as an accounts manager and his first day is in two weeks. I was very happy to hear the good news. I told him it wouldn’t have been possible without his help and thanked him. He asked me what treat I wanted to give him for getting a good job for Prakash. I told him we will take him out for dinner when he gets back from Singapore. He said he was expecting something special. I was confused. I told him I’ll talk with Prakash and come up with something special. To my surprise, he said he doesn’t want anything special from Prakash and he only wants something special from me. I asked him what he considered special. He told me it was up to me to guess. I tried to guess, but I couldn’t, so I asked him to give me a clue. That’s when he said, “Hi Shruti.”
Shruti? Not Auntie? I thought for a moment. Then I suddenly realised he had been sending the messages. My heart began beating fast. I was dizzy and speechless. He shocked me more when I heard him say, “You are special. I want you, Shruti.”
My hands and legs trembled. I managed to say, “Don’t talk like that. I am not special.”
“Just one day with me. Think about it and let me know later,” he said.
“I am not that type of woman,” I said and quickly ended the call.
I sat down, trying to recover from the shock, and asked myself, Why me? He is young and handsome. He can find a beautiful young woman. Why me? What is special about me?
When I felt a little better, I went out of the room. I saw Prakash talking on the phone. He saw me and gave me a thumbs up. I heard his conversation and understood he was talking with Rahul. I waited for a few minutes till he hung up.
“I got the job!” he said, happily. He hugged me and laughed.
I also laughed, sharing his happiness, and said, “Congratulations!”
“It’s all because of you. You are my good luck charm!” he said and planted kisses on my face.
I tried to pull back. “What are you doing?” I asked. Then I reminded him, “The girls are at home.”
“I am so happy that I want to make love to you!” he said.
“What?” I was wondering what happened to him suddenly.
He put his arms around my waist and made me walk with him to the bedroom. He closed the door and dragged me to the bed. Before I could remove my saree, he made me lie down on the bed and lay on top of me. I understood him because from the day he had found out that he could lose his job, we had not made love. Now that he had found a better job, it was normal to share that happiness with me by making love. We made love happily believing that we would have a better future together with our children.
Rahul didn’t call me, and I didn’t get any messages, which left me feeling confused. On one hand, I was relieved, but on the other, I wondered if he’d lost interest in me. I asked Prakash if Rahul had called him. He said Rahul had not called him, so we just agreed to wait till he returned to thank him in person.
After one month, one evening, we were surprised to see Rahul at the apartment entrance. He said he had finished the project in Singapore and returned before one week, but he had been too busy in the office. Prakash thanked him for helping him get the job. I invited him to come home for dinner, but he politely declined, said goodbye, and walked away. We felt he’d bluntly turned down the invitation and wondered what happened to him.
The next day, after Prakash went to the office, I called Rahul and told him I want to talk with him about something very urgent. He asked me if something was wrong. I told him I’ll tell him when he meets me. He said he’ll take permission from his manager and come.
He came home around midday. As soon as I opened the door, he asked me what was so urgent. I asked him to come inside first. After he came inside and sat down, I asked him why he had rudely declined to have dinner with us. He asked if it was really so urgent to make him leave the office. I told him sending me dirty messages was an urgent issue to talk about. He said he had only expressed his appreciation for my beauty.
“What is so special about me?” I asked, curiously.
“Look at yourself. You look like an angel,” he said, looking at me from top to bottom.
“What?” I asked, laughing.
I had taken a bath and worn a light pink cotton saree, so I looked okay at that moment. Overall, I didn’t look bad for a middle-aged woman, but I was not young and slim enough to look like an angel. I thought he must be exaggerating.
His face turned sad. “I am not a lucky person, and it is my fate that I don’t get anything I wish for in my life,” he said.
Tears filled my eyes. “What’s wrong with you?” I asked, surprised by his emotional reaction.
“I don’t know. I won’t trouble you anymore.” He stood up and walked towards the door.
I wiped tears from my cheeks. “Rahul! Wait!” I called him.
He turned and looked at me. “It’s too risky,” I said, hoping he would understand.
He came to me and stood in front of me. He looked down at me. “Why? Who is going to know if I kiss you now?” he asked.
I looked up into his eyes. I was only 5′ 5″, and he was about 5′ 11″. He was young and handsome. “Nobody will know”, I said and closed my eyes.
I felt his lips on my lips and his arms slide around my body. I felt weak in his arms. The way he kissed me made it obvious how much he wanted me. I didn’t have the willpower to stop him, but when I felt a hand squeeze one of my breasts, I pulled back from his lips. I looked into his eyes and said, “It’s risky, Rahul. If you keep coming to meet me when Prakash is not at home, someone will get suspicious.”
He hugged me tighter and said, “We’ll meet in a hotel room next time. Let’s finish our first time at home, on your bed.”
“You are too stubborn,” I said, feeling like a young girl in his arms.
He smiled and moved his head close. He kissed my forehead, nose, and lips. I closed my eyes, and he started kissing my lips again, and this time I kissed him back. We kissed passionately while his hands caressed my body.
He slowly moved me backward, pressed my back against the wall, and continued kissing my lips. At that point, my mind had gone blank, and I had completely surrendered to him. He stopped kissing. I looked into his eyes. He smiled and said, “Shruti…you are very sexy.”
I just smiled remembering that’s what he had mentioned in his first dirty message.
He pulled my saree down from my shoulder and started unhooking the hooks of my blouse. After removing the last hook, he said, “Wow! They are beautiful.” He bent down and kissed my chest, cleavage, and my lace bra. Then, he moved back and removed his shirt.
I put my hands behind me and unhooked my bra. I pulled down the bra straps from my shoulders and removed the bra. When my breasts were free, I looked at him. He was standing in front of me wearing only undies.
He saw my breasts and said, “Wow! They are big and beautiful.” He came to me, kissed my breasts and nipples, then sucked my nipples till he was satisfied. He rubbed his face on my belly, kissed my navel, and licked inside. He lifted my saree and petticoat and moved his hands behind me. He caressed my buttocks and squeezed them with my panties. Then he pulled my panties down to my knees, grabbed my buttocks again, and squeezed them as if they were something to play with. I laughed remembering one of his messages in which he had mentioned that he wanted to rub his face on my buttocks.
As if he could read my mind, he turned me around, made me lean forward on the wall, and knelt on the floor behind me. He rubbed his face on my buttocks, the he kissed, licked, and bit.
I was surprised by what he was doing. My mind was not working properly anymore. I just held my clothes above my bottom and closed my eyes. He spread the cheeks of my bottom and licked the groove between my buttocks. My husband had never done that to me. It was too much for me. I felt frozen.
He spread my legs apart, and I felt his fingers spread the cheeks of my buttocks. Then, when I felt his tongue lick my anus, I was shocked. “Rahul, what are you doing?” I managed to ask, looking over my shoulder.
He didn’t reply. His face was pressing hard against my buttocks, and his tongue was already inside my anus. His lips and teeth were around my anus. I didn’t know what to do. I gave in to the pleasure, and he continued licking, sucking, and biting. I was just happy he liked me very much.
He stopped after a few minutes and turned me around. I looked down at him and smiled.
He pushed my clothes up and said, “Wow. It’s beautiful. Did you shave your pubic hair?”
“Yes, Rahul. I like it clean,” I said. The look of admiration made me smile.
He made me spread my legs and began licking my vulva, clitoris, and inside my vagina. I was happy Rahul liked it as much as Prakash did. He did it with so much passion that I was afraid I might squirt in his mouth. I wanted to warn him before squirting, but I got lost in pleasure so much that I squirted on his mouth. I apologised, and he didn’t mind.
He stood up and pulled my saree’s pallu. I turned around and let him unwrap me from the saree. He untied the string of my petticoat and dropped it down.
He took me in his arms and said, “You have a perfect body. Your husband is very lucky.”
“Don’t feel so unlucky,” I told him. “You are having sex with me without marrying me. You should feel lucky.”
“You are right. I am lucky,” he said with a smile. Then, he moved his hands behind me, massaged my buttocks, and suddenly slapped, making me laugh and whine with sharp pain.
I put one hand inside his undies and grabbed his penis. It had become very hard. I massaged the hard shaft and his testicles. I remembered one of his messages and laughed.
“What’s funny?” he asked, curiously.
“You texted that I make your penis hard. You wanted my help,” I said, wondering if he remembered.
He laughed. “Are you going to help?” he asked with a mischievous smile.
“I am helping already,” I said, returning the smile.
“Are you going to take it inside?” he asked.
I nodded and laughed.
“Come, let’s go to the bedroom,” he said.
We went to the bedroom, and he asked me to lie down on the bed. So, I stepped on the bed and lay on my back. He removed his undies and joined me on the bed. I felt a little guilty seeing Rahul instead of Prakash on our bed, but Rahul looked so much better than Prakash.
I bent my legs and spread them apart. Rahul lay on top of me, between my legs, and kissed my lips. I moved my hands down between us and found his penis. I stroked it and realised it was much bigger than Prakash’s penis. I wondered if it would fit inside my vagina because I’d only had intercourse with Prakash’s smaller penis. Though my vagina was wet, I was scared of hurting myself. I rubbed the hard penis on my vulva, preparing myself mentally to take it inside my vagina. When I was ready, I placed the tip of his penis in the opening of my vagina. He pushed and his penis smoothly slid inside my vagina despite its large size. My vagina felt more stretched than usual, and it hurt a little, but it was very fulfilling.
Rahul didn’t wait even for half a minute. He began thrusting his penis inside my vagina impatiently. The faster he moved, the better it felt. It made me realise penis size can enhance a woman’s pleasure during intercourse. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment as the large penis moved in and out, stretching and filling my vagina, again and again. My clit was already tingling, and the amazing feeling was spreading throughout my body. Adding to the arousal, he grabbed my breasts and squeezed while thrusting into my vagina.
He was breathing heavily as he was putting a lot of effort into making love. I was almost at the peak of orgasm when he suddenly thrust harder into my vagina a few times and made me climax. He stopped moving and lay down on me while ejaculating inside my vagina as the tension in my body released. I opened my eyes and smiled. He kissed my lips and whispered, “Oh Shruti, you make me feel so good.”
I laughed. “Was it special for you?” I asked.
“Very special!” he said, and we kissed.
After his penis became small and popped out of my vagina, he rolled over and lay down on his back. “Was it special for you?” he asked.
I didn’t know what to say. I turned onto my left side and lay there, looking at him.
He turned onto his right side to look at me. “You didn’t like it?” he asked.
“I liked it, Rahul. I’m just afraid. Prakash will divorce me if he finds out.” I made it clear for him.
“Don’t worry; I’ll book a hotel next time.” He assured me.
I’d thought he wanted to have sex just once. But I couldn’t complain. I also had a great time. Though Prakash made love to me at least once a month, it had never been as good as it was with Rahul.
Rahul touched my breasts and squeezed them. “Can you give me a blowjob?” he asked.
I laughed at the straightforward request. I nodded and grabbed his penis. It was a little hard. I sat up and moved back. I knelt between his legs, leaned over, and kissed his penis. Then I sucked it till it became very hard. I liked the thickness, length, and healthy look. I stopped sucking and moved forward. I straddled him with one knee on each side of him. I held his penis, placed the head of his penis at the slit of my vulva, and pushed downward. The long penis slid inside, stretching my vagina wider. When it was fully inside, I sat on his thighs and took a deep breath. At that moment I was convinced I needed to have more quality time with Rahul. I moved up and down, sliding my vagina around his thick and long penis.
“Fuck me, Shruti!” he groaned suddenly.
I laughed and began moving faster.
“Wow! Your bouncy boobs look amazing,” he said. He grabbed them and played with them.
I ground my clit on the base of his penis, moving front and back till we climaxed again. I leaned forward on him and kissed him. I was very happy I had decided to have sex with him. I relaxed on top of him till his penis popped out of my vagina.
We lay on the bed and planned our next meeting. We agreed to meet next time in a hotel. I thought he would be tired and asked him to have lunch with me before going. He agreed to have lunch, but he wanted to have sex one more time. It was only 2pm. There was a lot of time left for the children to return from school, so I agreed.
He made me suck his penis again till it became hard. Then he asked me to kneel with both knees and hands on the bed. When I was ready, he knelt behind me and penetrated my vagina. As he began to thrust into me, I felt his strokes were faster and more powerful. I guessed men may feel more comfortable in that position because Prakash’s thrusts were also faster and powerful when we had sex in that position.
Rahul’s crotch hit my buttocks very hard when his penis thrust into my vagina. It hurt a bit and made loud sounds. But I didn’t mind the mild pain, and the sound didn’t bother me because there was no one at home.
As Rahul repeatedly thrust his penis into my vagina, he breathlessly exclaimed, “Wow! Shruti, your boobs and ass are bouncing out of control! I love it!”
I laughed, remembering Prakash had also mentioned that he liked the way my body shook when we had sex in that position.
After a few minutes, we both climaxed again. It was a bit late, so we quickly had a bath, and then we had lunch together.
Before he left, I made him promise he wouldn’t tell anybody. He promised and asked me to trust him. We kissed and agreed to meet again. He left at about 3pm.
After that experience, we met after one month in a good hotel and had a good time. We tried to avoid meeting in my place, but sometimes when Rahul was impatient, he came when no one was at home and spent time with me. I think no one became suspicious of us, so we are having a good time.
So that was my first time with Rahul. I like the experience because he is someone special to me.