01-05-2020, 01:03 AM
Classy Housewife DirtyMind - Part 1
And as we continued talking on Yahoo for nearly an year, and at this juncture my job appraisal happened. I got increment beyond my wildest dreams and I got a cellphone allowance of Rs. 1000/- in addition to my salary. I made another investment in a cell-phone.
One of the very first people I gave my phone no. to was this Classy Housewife. Urging her to call me from a PCO. So that her privacy would be protected and we could still talk. Before that though I had an option of giving my office no to her, but I was prudent enough not to share it over the internet. The same was restricted to people whom I could trust and had met in real life.
I had to be on my persuasive best to impress her that we could meet for lunch/ coffee and she was not required to divulge any personal details till she is comfortable. Also, if any of us (actually she) did not want to proceed further, it would be the end of matter/ relationship.
And as luck would have it, it was one of those Mondays when Kannu had left for office after having a morning fuck after a weekend of passion (As previously told Kannu often stayed at my place on weekends when she was staying in PG and we had sex like rabbits during those days), that around 12 or so, I got a call while I was still in my office.
The tentative voice of a lady identified herself as Mala Banerjee. So this was the bong housewife whom I was trying to impress for over an year. And we settled to meet at a fast food restaurant in Greater Kailash - II. People who know Delhi would know it was one of the most happening places at one point of time.
Class oozed out of Classy housewife, Mala was wearing a White Tommy Hilfiger Shirt, which seemed new and Maroon Long Skirt which reached till her ankles, wore a white shoes which must had 2 inches of heels and had a Burberry bag slung over her shoulder. The first thing that stuck me was the mass under that white shirt. Humongous would be the word. The second ting was the height, with those heels she was nearly my height and I could smell her conditioner and perfume. So she would easily be 5-5. She wore good makeup and her eyes were kohled to further accentuate her big eyes. It was also to distract the people from little puffy cheeks. Her hair were pressed straight and that came to the middle of her back. Jet Black straight hair with healthy volume. Lips were painted red so were her nails which were reasonably long and healthy, showing she did not had much work to be done by herself.
We shook hands and my opening line was, "Have you ever tried modelling?" Which made her blush and those puffy cheeks went pink, the blush was visible even from under her makeup, thereby meaning she was pure ***** bong who are fair.
The alarcity and confidence of chat window was gone. The lady was very tentative, timid and underconfident. She was MA in Pol Science, hailing from Calcutta who had married an upper middle class busy businessman, who shuttled between metros quite often. The only son was studying in a hostel in Mussorie and she did not have many friends or relatives in Delhi. Internet was a good distraction for her as her only other companions were an old mother-in-law and two maid servants.
By the time we ended out lunch, I had complimented her enough for her awesome bust, even made her open a button for a while. I knew that I had to lead this woman. I called up my office giving some story of an accident of a friend and seeking rest of the day off. I did not allow her time to think and asked for the car keys with the thought process that I would directly take her to my place and won't give her time to think.
There was a feeble protest as to why she had to come with me and so on. I assured her that she can back out anytime she wishes and I won't force her to do anything which she did not like. The lady though gave me the keys of her Daewoo Cielo (A sedan, which was already out of production, but was a good car in its segment when it was launched). All the way of around 3 KMs she kept on suggesting we go someplace else and I kept assuring you that my rented room was a safe place to be and I being a gentleman won't do anything against her wishes.
She again made few feeble protests to enter my place and I had to literally beg her to come inside as I did not want any drama where the other tenant family in the lower floor could intervene.
The room was dingy as per her standards and she was astonished and voiced her amazement that I could even stay in such sort of place. It has one double bed, which by then had weathered intense fucking of three girls and the bedspread which was on the bed had stains of my semen which I had splashed fucking Kannu in the morning. Four plastic chairs, a wooden all purpose table, a second hand fridge and a second hand TV in one corner perched on a wooden stool. Two walled Almirahs on one wall which contained all my possessions. Small attached kitchen which was used for making tea only. A spacious but empty attached toilet with bathroom. My and Kannu's used towels were spread on the bed to dry, while a plastic basket near the bed contained our soiled clothes.
After some persuasion she agreed to sit down in one of the chairs for a cup of tea. I kept on complimenting in between about her bust, her beauty and other mannerism to keep her engaged. In the mean time I handled the towels and bedsheet and kicked the soiled clothes in the bathroom and out of her view.
I also tried to massage her boobs over her shirt, which she resisted. Tried to kiss her which again she resisted. I didnot force her at that stage and let her take her own sweet time to adjust to the new surroundings. I slowly crept close to her when she was having tea and tried slipping my hand in her hair, brush her cheeks with the back of my hand.
I was having a feeling like I had with Monika Ma’am. I asked her to atleast show me her huge boobs, which she had proclaimed to be 38D. Adding in good measure that I had never seen such huge boobs before in real. Persuading her by saying that she had already shown me her boobs on Webcam. Also adding in equally good measure that I had not forced her for anything and would keep on behaving like a gentleman. To assuage her fears, I took the chair on the far end and sat on it.
It took me quite some effort to convince her to bare herself in front of me. So finally she stood and started unbuttoning one button at a time. I kept on egging encouragements like.... Nice Cleavage... nice bra and so on. She carefully put the shirt on one of the chairs, making sure that it won''t be spoiled. Then she slipped her white bra off her shoulders and lowered it from those amazing pair of meat. Her nipples were erect and she was actually enjoying the exhibitionism.
Once her upper body was bare, it did not require much persuasion to take off her skirt and another piece of white undergarment. There she stood naked in front of me. Her hair still holding up, her makeup intact but nothing on her body except jewellery and her heels. And she was clearly not in a habit of standing naked in front of men. She was blushing big time, wanted to pick up her skirt which I kept on saying no no no. I asked her to lick the nipples as she used to do on webcam. She picked up one of her big sagging boob and starting moving tongue over her nipple.
How we proceeded to fuck would be in final part which would follow shortly.....
And as we continued talking on Yahoo for nearly an year, and at this juncture my job appraisal happened. I got increment beyond my wildest dreams and I got a cellphone allowance of Rs. 1000/- in addition to my salary. I made another investment in a cell-phone.
One of the very first people I gave my phone no. to was this Classy Housewife. Urging her to call me from a PCO. So that her privacy would be protected and we could still talk. Before that though I had an option of giving my office no to her, but I was prudent enough not to share it over the internet. The same was restricted to people whom I could trust and had met in real life.
I had to be on my persuasive best to impress her that we could meet for lunch/ coffee and she was not required to divulge any personal details till she is comfortable. Also, if any of us (actually she) did not want to proceed further, it would be the end of matter/ relationship.
And as luck would have it, it was one of those Mondays when Kannu had left for office after having a morning fuck after a weekend of passion (As previously told Kannu often stayed at my place on weekends when she was staying in PG and we had sex like rabbits during those days), that around 12 or so, I got a call while I was still in my office.
The tentative voice of a lady identified herself as Mala Banerjee. So this was the bong housewife whom I was trying to impress for over an year. And we settled to meet at a fast food restaurant in Greater Kailash - II. People who know Delhi would know it was one of the most happening places at one point of time.
Class oozed out of Classy housewife, Mala was wearing a White Tommy Hilfiger Shirt, which seemed new and Maroon Long Skirt which reached till her ankles, wore a white shoes which must had 2 inches of heels and had a Burberry bag slung over her shoulder. The first thing that stuck me was the mass under that white shirt. Humongous would be the word. The second ting was the height, with those heels she was nearly my height and I could smell her conditioner and perfume. So she would easily be 5-5. She wore good makeup and her eyes were kohled to further accentuate her big eyes. It was also to distract the people from little puffy cheeks. Her hair were pressed straight and that came to the middle of her back. Jet Black straight hair with healthy volume. Lips were painted red so were her nails which were reasonably long and healthy, showing she did not had much work to be done by herself.
We shook hands and my opening line was, "Have you ever tried modelling?" Which made her blush and those puffy cheeks went pink, the blush was visible even from under her makeup, thereby meaning she was pure ***** bong who are fair.
The alarcity and confidence of chat window was gone. The lady was very tentative, timid and underconfident. She was MA in Pol Science, hailing from Calcutta who had married an upper middle class busy businessman, who shuttled between metros quite often. The only son was studying in a hostel in Mussorie and she did not have many friends or relatives in Delhi. Internet was a good distraction for her as her only other companions were an old mother-in-law and two maid servants.
By the time we ended out lunch, I had complimented her enough for her awesome bust, even made her open a button for a while. I knew that I had to lead this woman. I called up my office giving some story of an accident of a friend and seeking rest of the day off. I did not allow her time to think and asked for the car keys with the thought process that I would directly take her to my place and won't give her time to think.
There was a feeble protest as to why she had to come with me and so on. I assured her that she can back out anytime she wishes and I won't force her to do anything which she did not like. The lady though gave me the keys of her Daewoo Cielo (A sedan, which was already out of production, but was a good car in its segment when it was launched). All the way of around 3 KMs she kept on suggesting we go someplace else and I kept assuring you that my rented room was a safe place to be and I being a gentleman won't do anything against her wishes.
She again made few feeble protests to enter my place and I had to literally beg her to come inside as I did not want any drama where the other tenant family in the lower floor could intervene.
The room was dingy as per her standards and she was astonished and voiced her amazement that I could even stay in such sort of place. It has one double bed, which by then had weathered intense fucking of three girls and the bedspread which was on the bed had stains of my semen which I had splashed fucking Kannu in the morning. Four plastic chairs, a wooden all purpose table, a second hand fridge and a second hand TV in one corner perched on a wooden stool. Two walled Almirahs on one wall which contained all my possessions. Small attached kitchen which was used for making tea only. A spacious but empty attached toilet with bathroom. My and Kannu's used towels were spread on the bed to dry, while a plastic basket near the bed contained our soiled clothes.
After some persuasion she agreed to sit down in one of the chairs for a cup of tea. I kept on complimenting in between about her bust, her beauty and other mannerism to keep her engaged. In the mean time I handled the towels and bedsheet and kicked the soiled clothes in the bathroom and out of her view.
I also tried to massage her boobs over her shirt, which she resisted. Tried to kiss her which again she resisted. I didnot force her at that stage and let her take her own sweet time to adjust to the new surroundings. I slowly crept close to her when she was having tea and tried slipping my hand in her hair, brush her cheeks with the back of my hand.
I was having a feeling like I had with Monika Ma’am. I asked her to atleast show me her huge boobs, which she had proclaimed to be 38D. Adding in good measure that I had never seen such huge boobs before in real. Persuading her by saying that she had already shown me her boobs on Webcam. Also adding in equally good measure that I had not forced her for anything and would keep on behaving like a gentleman. To assuage her fears, I took the chair on the far end and sat on it.
It took me quite some effort to convince her to bare herself in front of me. So finally she stood and started unbuttoning one button at a time. I kept on egging encouragements like.... Nice Cleavage... nice bra and so on. She carefully put the shirt on one of the chairs, making sure that it won''t be spoiled. Then she slipped her white bra off her shoulders and lowered it from those amazing pair of meat. Her nipples were erect and she was actually enjoying the exhibitionism.
Once her upper body was bare, it did not require much persuasion to take off her skirt and another piece of white undergarment. There she stood naked in front of me. Her hair still holding up, her makeup intact but nothing on her body except jewellery and her heels. And she was clearly not in a habit of standing naked in front of men. She was blushing big time, wanted to pick up her skirt which I kept on saying no no no. I asked her to lick the nipples as she used to do on webcam. She picked up one of her big sagging boob and starting moving tongue over her nipple.
How we proceeded to fuck would be in final part which would follow shortly.....
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