22-12-2021, 01:18 PM
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Love making experience with my married ex-gf
By: ra.s12
This is Prashant from Mysore. This is a true story of my ex-girlfriend and me. I had broken up with her and ended up having sex 5 years after break up.
I was working in Noida. One day in the shopping center, I noticed a quite familiar girl. She looked like Neha, my ex gf from college. At first, I was not sure if I was right. But when I went close and checked, it was indeed Neha, to my surprise.
Neha and I were college sweethearts and were in a relationship for 5 years. But college relationships are not meant to last, right? We had to split because of parental pressure. Neha was 2 years my senior in college and was from an extremely traditional family.
I met Neha after 5 years. I am 28 now, and Neha is 30. Neha’s husband worked in a government job and was posted in Delhi. So she has been in Noida for almost 4 years now. I happened to work in Noida on a short-term assignment when I bumped into her.
I was genuinely happy seeing her after so many years. Neha hadn’t changed even a little in her looks. She was still the same traditional Indian housewife who wore a saree and was devoted to her family. We had cut off all contact after her marriage, and I had no idea how her life had been.
Me: Hey Neha, so happy to see you. What are you doing here?
Neha: So happy to see you, too. I have been in Noida for a few years now. My husband is working here. What are you doing here?
Me: I have come to Noida on a short-term assignment. How are you? Why don’t we have a coffee together?
Neha: Sure. Why not? But I have to go and pick up my kid. Why don’t you come to lunch tomorrow afternoon?
Neha gave me her address, and she left. Neha was still the same, a straightforward conservative woman who lived by her principles. At 30, she looked beautiful and elegant and didn’t look older than 25. All my college memories came back.
How did we have dreams for our entire life and plan to get married? Everything was shattered as her parents didn’t approve of our relationship. Even though we were in a relationship for 5 years, we had never even kissed as she was conservative. However, I didn’t mind as our relationship was genuine.
I went to Neha’s home the next day on a Friday afternoon for lunch. Her kid had gone to college, and her husband was assigned to different cities. We spoke about everything, from pollution in Delhi, to covid to how our lives have changed in the past few years.
The rapport was still there, and we were comfortable in our conversations. Finally, I asked Neha how her life was. At first, she said everything was fine. But being her boyfriend for 5 years, I knew everything was not fine. I sat next to her and asked her to tell the truth and not lie to me.
To tell me the truth as a friend. There were tears in her eyes. She said that even though her husband is a good person, she is unsure if he is faithful. She said she had heard a few stories about him from other people. I felt bad for Neha as she is one of the most conservative and loyal girls I had known.
I felt bad for her and was not sure what to say. I tried to convince her that things would be better soon. Better sense would prevail once he realized how good she was. She started sobbing more as I tried to convince her. I was not sure what to do.
So I gently placed my hand reassuringly on her hand and told her everything will be fine. She told me she made a mistake listening to her parents. She should have gone against their wishes and married me. I told her that the past could not be changed, and she needed to look towards her future.
I tried consoling her to lead her life and not get stuck in a relationship as it would take her nowhere.
Neha and I were college sweethearts and were in a relationship for 5 years. But college relationships are not meant to last, right? We had to split because of parental pressure. Neha was 2 years my senior in college and was from an extremely traditional family.
I met Neha after 5 years. I am 28 now, and Neha is 30. Neha’s husband worked in a government job and was posted in Delhi. So she has been in Noida for almost 4 years now. I happened to work in Noida on a short-term assignment when I bumped into her.
I was genuinely happy seeing her after so many years. Neha hadn’t changed even a little in her looks. She was still the same traditional Indian housewife who wore a saree and was devoted to her family. We had cut off all contact after her marriage, and I had no idea how her life had been.
Me: Hey Neha, so happy to see you. What are you doing here?
Neha: So happy to see you, too. I have been in Noida for a few years now. My husband is working here. What are you doing here?
Me: I have come to Noida on a short-term assignment. How are you? Why don’t we have a coffee together?
Neha: Sure. Why not? But I have to go and pick up my kid. Why don’t you come to lunch tomorrow afternoon?
Neha gave me her address, and she left. Neha was still the same, a straightforward conservative woman who lived by her principles. At 30, she looked beautiful and elegant and didn’t look older than 25. All my college memories came back.
How did we have dreams for our entire life and plan to get married? Everything was shattered as her parents didn’t approve of our relationship. Even though we were in a relationship for 5 years, we had never even kissed as she was conservative. However, I didn’t mind as our relationship was genuine.
I went to Neha’s home the next day on a Friday afternoon for lunch. Her kid had gone to college, and her husband was assigned to different cities. We spoke about everything, from pollution in Delhi, to covid to how our lives have changed in the past few years.
The rapport was still there, and we were comfortable in our conversations. Finally, I asked Neha how her life was. At first, she said everything was fine. But being her boyfriend for 5 years, I knew everything was not fine. I sat next to her and asked her to tell the truth and not lie to me.
To tell me the truth as a friend. There were tears in her eyes. She said that even though her husband is a good person, she is unsure if he is faithful. She said she had heard a few stories about him from other people. I felt bad for Neha as she is one of the most conservative and loyal girls I had known.
I felt bad for her and was not sure what to say. I tried to convince her that things would be better soon. Better sense would prevail once he realized how good she was. She started sobbing more as I tried to convince her. I was not sure what to do.
So I gently placed my hand reassuringly on her hand and told her everything will be fine. She told me she made a mistake listening to her parents. She should have gone against their wishes and married me. I told her that the past could not be changed, and she needed to look towards her future.
I tried consoling her to lead her life and not get stuck in a relationship as it would take her nowhere.
Knowingly or unknowingly, I placed her head on my shoulders. I caressed her head and put my hand around her shoulders. It took us a couple of seconds before we realized what had happened, and I apologized.
She said she was sorry too. It had been some time that someone had consoled her. She felt lonely in Delhi, away from home. Though great in bed, her husband was never there for her emotionally. All he gave her was sex but not emotional support.
I hugged her reassuringly and, in the heat of the moment, kissed her lips. It was a gentle kiss on her tender lips, and I sucked her upper lips. Without realizing she too reciprocated by sucking my lower lips. I was kissing Neha for the first time, and I saw her eyes so closely.
I told her I was sorry again. I asked her not to be guilty as her husband is no saint, and I stood up to leave. She said I was right and held my hand, stopping me from leaving. Once our eyes met, the old spark had kicked off. We felt that connection where both wanted each other at that moment.
Describing Neha, Neha was 30 and had an hourglass figure with broad waists. My guess is her figure is approximately 34-24-34. She had long hair, which she always braided. She wore a bindi on her face and bangles on her hand. She had silver anklets on her feet.
She was fair with an elongated face and pointed lips. She had round breasts which sat high on her chest, which was fairly big 34C. She had a broad waist and long legs, always covered either by saree or salwar kameez. She was a soft-spoken girl. Even at 30, Neha looked the same, epitome of grace and beauty.
I was getting hot. I could sense that Neha was breathing heavily and was getting warm. Neha was wearing a blue silk saree with a matching blouse.
She said she was sorry too. It had been some time that someone had consoled her. She felt lonely in Delhi, away from home. Though great in bed, her husband was never there for her emotionally. All he gave her was sex but not emotional support.
I hugged her reassuringly and, in the heat of the moment, kissed her lips. It was a gentle kiss on her tender lips, and I sucked her upper lips. Without realizing she too reciprocated by sucking my lower lips. I was kissing Neha for the first time, and I saw her eyes so closely.
I told her I was sorry again. I asked her not to be guilty as her husband is no saint, and I stood up to leave. She said I was right and held my hand, stopping me from leaving. Once our eyes met, the old spark had kicked off. We felt that connection where both wanted each other at that moment.
Describing Neha, Neha was 30 and had an hourglass figure with broad waists. My guess is her figure is approximately 34-24-34. She had long hair, which she always braided. She wore a bindi on her face and bangles on her hand. She had silver anklets on her feet.
She was fair with an elongated face and pointed lips. She had round breasts which sat high on her chest, which was fairly big 34C. She had a broad waist and long legs, always covered either by saree or salwar kameez. She was a soft-spoken girl. Even at 30, Neha looked the same, epitome of grace and beauty.
I was getting hot. I could sense that Neha was breathing heavily and was getting warm. Neha was wearing a blue silk saree with a matching blouse.
Neha was sitting next to me on the couch. I dragged her close to me and made her sit on my lap. I loosened her saree pallu, and she was in her blouse.
Her large voluptuous breasts looked good, and her cleavage was visible. She was wearing a white bra which was visible inside her blouse. I had never gotten so close to Neha, and I was still not sure if I was doing the right thing. I held Neha around her bare waist with my left hand and gently kissed Neha’s lips.
Me: I love you Neha, I wish we could do this every day.
Neha: Love you too, Prashant. Fate has chosen something else for us.
Me: Are you sure you want this today?
Neha: Yes, Jaanu. I can’t stop anymore. We deserve at least this.
I gently licked Neha’s cleavage. Her cleavage was seductive because of her blouse. It was a low-cut cotton blouse and had 2 hooks holding her large breasts. Her white bra was visible inside. It was a non-padded plunge bra that made her entire cleavage visible.
I slid my tongue in between them and gently licked it. I licked her upwards towards her neck from the bottom of the cleavage. With my left hand, I was caressing her back. With my right hand, I was caressing her waist. I kept licking her cleavage and neck and shoulders and moving up towards her lips.
Each time I sucked her lips, I gently kissed her nose and licked her eyes. I fondled her ears with the tip of my tongue. I wanted Neha to feel loved and wanted. I unhooked her blouse, and I could see her white bra holding her breasts. It was a sight I had fantasized about so many times in college.
.
I removed her blouse and my T-Shirt and poured some honey on Neha’s cleavage on top of her bra.
This made it juicy and tasty. I gently kept sucking her sweet honey-laden breasts. Each time I sucked her breasts, Neha held my head tightly. She pulled me towards her, giving out a gentle moan.
I asked her if she liked it. She told me that her husband only fucked her hard but never made her body feel so good. She loves this. She gently kissed my head while sucking the honey from her breasts.
Neha was still in her saree below her waist.
I quickly unwrapped it, and she was on her petticoat and bra by now. We moved to her bedroom, where she unzipped my jeans. I pulled the lace off her petticoat. Finally, Neha and I were in our innerwear. I already had an erection.
Me: Love you, baby. I am living my dream. I am happy I am finally able to share my love with you.
Neha: Same here, baby. Love you too. You make me feel so good and wanted. Love you to the moon and never back.
Me: (Playfully) What if your husband comes home now?
Neha: (Playfully) You have to jump out of the window. Now don’t waste time and make love to me.
Me: I haven’t started yet.
Neha was in her red underwear and white bra. With many bangles on both of her hands, anklets on her ankles, a gold chain around her neck, and gold earrings. She looked very beautiful in her curvy figure. I knew Neha deserved everything and had to give her my best.
Neha had a huge mirror in her bedroom. I took Neha to the mirror, and she was facing it. I was standing behind Neha. I could see her face in the reflection. I could see her breasts in the reflection and her buttocks right in front of my eyes. Neha was shy of me watching her.
I gently hugged her from behind. I unhooked her bra and kissed her back. I could see her breasts dangling in the reflection. I started licking her bareback from behind and was cupping her breasts. I could see Neha’s expression in the mirror. She had closed her eyes and moaned gently.
I played on her back with the tip of my tongue and circled her nipples with my fingers. I asked Neha if she liked it. Neha replied, “Please continue, darling.”
I gently put my hands on her buttocks, squeezed them, and pulled her red underwear down. I could see her vagina in the mirror and her buttocks right in front of my eyes. I kissed her neck slowly. With my left hand, I tried to squeeze her breasts.
With my right hand, I slowly rubbed her vaginal lip. She gave out a loud moan. I could feel it getting wet. I could feel her body shivering and her heart pounding. Both of our bodies were tightly clinging to each other, and I could see us in the mirror intertwined.
Me: Neha, are you sure? Do you want to do this? I don’t want you to regret it later.
Neha: Yes, baby. Please make love to me. I have never been touched the way you touched me. I like it.
I slowly entered my erect penis from behind to her vagina. Neha gave out a gentle moan and bent a little. I hugged her from behind and cupped both of her breasts from behind. I circled her nipples and kept kissing and licking her back and neck during each penetration.
I could see Neha’s reflection in the mirror. I could see my hands on her breasts and my penis entering her in the reflection. She kept moaning, and I asked her if she liked it. She closed her eyes and nodded yes, and tried to pull me forward with her hands.
I continued this for a few more strokes, getting faster. Neha was properly lubricated. The room was filled with our moans and the sound of me entering her, and the bangles dangling in her hand. My strokes were getting faster. Neha and I made eye contact and looked at each other in the mirror.
Both my hands were on her nipples and my face next to her, hugging her tightly from behind. Finally, I ejaculated inside her. I apologized for ejaculating inside her, and she said it’s okay as she knows her dates and she will take care of it. We both were breathing heavily now and sat on the bed.
Neha gently kissed me on my cheek. I reciprocated by kissing her forehead and whispering, “I love you, baby,” in her ears. It was 2 now, and yet to have our lunch. We decided to take a quick shower. Neha and I went to the bathroom, and both of us stood under the shower.
The hot water was pouring over our heads. Neha’s long hair was wet and looked more beautiful. I pulled Neha close to me and kissed her lips. We smooched under the hot water, and we kissed each other. She was moving her hands over my back.
I held her buttocks and squeezed them each time she kissed me. I took her fingers and sucked her fingertips. I kissed her wrists on her bangles and licked her palm, and sucked her armpits. I was erect again and told Neha that I wanted to enter her again.
Neha said she would love that too, and she had never had sex under the shower. I knelt, and water dripped over Neha’s vagina like a gentle waterfall. I gently sucked the water dripping from her vagina and rapidly flipped my tongue on her clit.
Neha moaned loudly and held my head tightly. The water was flowing over us. I then stood up and gently pushed Neha against the wall and penetrated her. It was fairly easy by now, and I stroked her under the water. Neha kept giving out moans and whispering my name while I penetrated her.
I had my hands around her buttocks and gave everything I had for one last time. After a few strokes, roughly 5 minutes, I finally ejaculated once again inside her. Neha gave out a loud moan as well, and I knew she had reached an orgasm
We stood under the shower for a minute and let the hot water run over our bodies. Neha then knelt and held my penis in her hand and gently kissed it. We applied soap on each other and cleaned ourselves. We took a shower together, dried each other, and dressed up.
We both were exhausted and slept in each other’s arms for an hour. We finally had lunch together.
Before her kid was back from college, I bid her goodbye. Neha had tears in her eyes. I asked her if she was regretting whatever had happened.
She said she would never regret and loved every moment of it. She was only sad that we had to meet this way. I planted a kiss on her forehead and told her that I would always love her, and I left.
This is my experience of what happened. Now I have moved to a different city. I still chatted with her, but we could never meet again.
Me: I love you Neha, I wish we could do this every day.
Neha: Love you too, Prashant. Fate has chosen something else for us.
Me: Are you sure you want this today?
Neha: Yes, Jaanu. I can’t stop anymore. We deserve at least this.
I gently licked Neha’s cleavage. Her cleavage was seductive because of her blouse. It was a low-cut cotton blouse and had 2 hooks holding her large breasts. Her white bra was visible inside. It was a non-padded plunge bra that made her entire cleavage visible.
I slid my tongue in between them and gently licked it. I licked her upwards towards her neck from the bottom of the cleavage. With my left hand, I was caressing her back. With my right hand, I was caressing her waist. I kept licking her cleavage and neck and shoulders and moving up towards her lips.
Each time I sucked her lips, I gently kissed her nose and licked her eyes. I fondled her ears with the tip of my tongue. I wanted Neha to feel loved and wanted. I unhooked her blouse, and I could see her white bra holding her breasts. It was a sight I had fantasized about so many times in college.
.
I removed her blouse and my T-Shirt and poured some honey on Neha’s cleavage on top of her bra.
This made it juicy and tasty. I gently kept sucking her sweet honey-laden breasts. Each time I sucked her breasts, Neha held my head tightly. She pulled me towards her, giving out a gentle moan.
I asked her if she liked it. She told me that her husband only fucked her hard but never made her body feel so good. She loves this. She gently kissed my head while sucking the honey from her breasts.
Neha was still in her saree below her waist.
I quickly unwrapped it, and she was on her petticoat and bra by now. We moved to her bedroom, where she unzipped my jeans. I pulled the lace off her petticoat. Finally, Neha and I were in our innerwear. I already had an erection.
Me: Love you, baby. I am living my dream. I am happy I am finally able to share my love with you.
Neha: Same here, baby. Love you too. You make me feel so good and wanted. Love you to the moon and never back.
Me: (Playfully) What if your husband comes home now?
Neha: (Playfully) You have to jump out of the window. Now don’t waste time and make love to me.
Me: I haven’t started yet.
Neha was in her red underwear and white bra. With many bangles on both of her hands, anklets on her ankles, a gold chain around her neck, and gold earrings. She looked very beautiful in her curvy figure. I knew Neha deserved everything and had to give her my best.
Neha had a huge mirror in her bedroom. I took Neha to the mirror, and she was facing it. I was standing behind Neha. I could see her face in the reflection. I could see her breasts in the reflection and her buttocks right in front of my eyes. Neha was shy of me watching her.
I gently hugged her from behind. I unhooked her bra and kissed her back. I could see her breasts dangling in the reflection. I started licking her bareback from behind and was cupping her breasts. I could see Neha’s expression in the mirror. She had closed her eyes and moaned gently.
I played on her back with the tip of my tongue and circled her nipples with my fingers. I asked Neha if she liked it. Neha replied, “Please continue, darling.”
I gently put my hands on her buttocks, squeezed them, and pulled her red underwear down. I could see her vagina in the mirror and her buttocks right in front of my eyes. I kissed her neck slowly. With my left hand, I tried to squeeze her breasts.
With my right hand, I slowly rubbed her vaginal lip. She gave out a loud moan. I could feel it getting wet. I could feel her body shivering and her heart pounding. Both of our bodies were tightly clinging to each other, and I could see us in the mirror intertwined.
Me: Neha, are you sure? Do you want to do this? I don’t want you to regret it later.
Neha: Yes, baby. Please make love to me. I have never been touched the way you touched me. I like it.
I slowly entered my erect penis from behind to her vagina. Neha gave out a gentle moan and bent a little. I hugged her from behind and cupped both of her breasts from behind. I circled her nipples and kept kissing and licking her back and neck during each penetration.
I could see Neha’s reflection in the mirror. I could see my hands on her breasts and my penis entering her in the reflection. She kept moaning, and I asked her if she liked it. She closed her eyes and nodded yes, and tried to pull me forward with her hands.
I continued this for a few more strokes, getting faster. Neha was properly lubricated. The room was filled with our moans and the sound of me entering her, and the bangles dangling in her hand. My strokes were getting faster. Neha and I made eye contact and looked at each other in the mirror.
Both my hands were on her nipples and my face next to her, hugging her tightly from behind. Finally, I ejaculated inside her. I apologized for ejaculating inside her, and she said it’s okay as she knows her dates and she will take care of it. We both were breathing heavily now and sat on the bed.
Neha gently kissed me on my cheek. I reciprocated by kissing her forehead and whispering, “I love you, baby,” in her ears. It was 2 now, and yet to have our lunch. We decided to take a quick shower. Neha and I went to the bathroom, and both of us stood under the shower.
The hot water was pouring over our heads. Neha’s long hair was wet and looked more beautiful. I pulled Neha close to me and kissed her lips. We smooched under the hot water, and we kissed each other. She was moving her hands over my back.
I held her buttocks and squeezed them each time she kissed me. I took her fingers and sucked her fingertips. I kissed her wrists on her bangles and licked her palm, and sucked her armpits. I was erect again and told Neha that I wanted to enter her again.
Neha said she would love that too, and she had never had sex under the shower. I knelt, and water dripped over Neha’s vagina like a gentle waterfall. I gently sucked the water dripping from her vagina and rapidly flipped my tongue on her clit.
Neha moaned loudly and held my head tightly. The water was flowing over us. I then stood up and gently pushed Neha against the wall and penetrated her. It was fairly easy by now, and I stroked her under the water. Neha kept giving out moans and whispering my name while I penetrated her.
I had my hands around her buttocks and gave everything I had for one last time. After a few strokes, roughly 5 minutes, I finally ejaculated once again inside her. Neha gave out a loud moan as well, and I knew she had reached an orgasm
We stood under the shower for a minute and let the hot water run over our bodies. Neha then knelt and held my penis in her hand and gently kissed it. We applied soap on each other and cleaned ourselves. We took a shower together, dried each other, and dressed up.
We both were exhausted and slept in each other’s arms for an hour. We finally had lunch together.
Before her kid was back from college, I bid her goodbye. Neha had tears in her eyes. I asked her if she was regretting whatever had happened.
She said she would never regret and loved every moment of it. She was only sad that we had to meet this way. I planted a kiss on her forehead and told her that I would always love her, and I left.
This is my experience of what happened. Now I have moved to a different city. I still chatted with her, but we could never meet again.
==The End==
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