17-04-2024, 04:21 PM
Divya’s Point of View :
Even though I’m from a city in India, my parents have raised me in such a a way that I have always been conservative. So conservative that I had my first boyfriend after 20. He was my classmate in Bachelors. first kiss at 22 and never made out till I was 25. All with the same guy. He insisted on having sex for 3 years but I never given into his intentions. He then cheated on my back multiple times to satisfy his physical needs which led to our breakup. I only had one boyfriend for 5 years but there were men who ogled at me all the time. It ranged from a 14 years to older guys who are in their 70s. I am tall and have always been blessed with natural sexy body.
I was in depression for more than a year and then married my husband when I was 27 and that’s when I lost virginity. After spending a year in India, my husband moved to USA on work visa and I followed him few months later. I could go on a dependent visa but I choose to do master's as that would help me get a job later. I visited USA a month before my college starts and that’s the honeymoon period for me. I saw my husband after 4 months and we fucked like rabbits everyday. He was never that much into sex back in India but he’s an altogether a different person in here. We fucked everywhere in the house. Starting regularly from the bed to couch to shower, kitchen even on the balcony. Our apartment always echoed with my moans and his gasps. Both of us were sexually compatible. I got admission in this college as my husband also works in same city. Then, the unfortunate thing happened. My husband got transferred to a different city and did not have an option to work remote as it was a mechanical engineer job. With no other option, I had to stay back in the city and look for a new house. That’s what delayed my rental process.
I met Praman while I was still in India and he insisted on getting an apartment together with one or two other roommates but I declined the offer as 1. I am not comfortable to live with a guy in the same apartment and 2. I would not need it as I’d live with my husband. He seemed like a nice, helpful and talented guy but I always know guys have ulterior motives when it concerns me.
After the first day of college, my husband left in the evening to his work place with deep regret. We both felt it. That night I was so lonely as I didn’t not have many friends and it’s the first time in a new country without husband. I wanted someone to talk to and I texted Praman. Since it’s my first day in new house and I have not done my laundry for past month when I was with hubby. We were too busy fucking. I put all of my clothes in Landry as I was not expecting any male guests which was a huge mistake because when Praman arrived I did not have proper dress to cover my body well. I did not even find a proper bra. I had a to wear a bra which was little bit loose compared to my actual bra size and a panty. I did not even have jeans or leggings so had to meet him while still in my pajamas. I got a good panty though. I took him to my bedroom where he immediately sat on the bed. I was about to sit next to him and then realized that’s where I had a sex session with my husband few hours ago. I was not comfortable sitting in there with another man. I got a chair instead. We were watching a movie and suddenly he placed his hand on my thigh. It was a shock to me and suddenly currents ran my spine I was in a situation when I could not react. He took his hands and started doing that in regular intervals. I didn’t want to make a big scene out of it as it was common for most guys and girls. Later he started caressing my thigh slowly in an erotic fashion. I just had sex few hours ago and I was feeling super horny with his actions. This is due to the past months with my husband. We had multiple sessions everyday and just one session that evening left me wanting for more. He started massaging my thighs and I was losing control. There was a little wetness accumulating in my pussy. Before the situation got out of hand I yelled at him and scared him off. Idiot even had an erection which I could observe over his jeans. I stopped talking to him as I used to be horny every night and he always reminded me of the incident whenever I see or think of him.
After few days, I received a mail that I delayed signing my rental documents and had to pay fine of a month’s rent which is very costly. I tried to contact the landlord and texted him on WhatsApp. I apologized as I was busy with getting adjusted to the new life and academics in USA and he responded in a very nice manner. He said it’s fine and he can ignore it with first warning. He was an Indian from Kerala who is married and in his mid 40s. He looked younger for someone who is over 40 though. I said I can come to office the very next day. He said okay. His name is Ali.
Ali : So, Divya how are you feeling here in the city.
Me : It’s been good so far sir but still getting adjusted to assignments and submissions.
Ali : Call me Ali. Sir makes me feel too old. So, lot of hard work in classes ?
Me : Yeah actually in group projects. My partner doesn’t do much work (actually Praman was my partner and we had hard time communicating after the incident)
Ali : Oh, that’s why you might have not find time for the rental.
Me : Yes Ali.
Ali : Btw, you might have got it many times but you look pretty in the WhatsApp display picture.
Me : Oww. Thank you so much Ali.
Ali : Not at all. Pleasure if mine that I got to see the beauty and even better texting the beauty.
I was habituated to guys staring at me and flirting is new to me and as I was missing physical touch for few days now, even the slightest flirt is making me horny.
Me : You’re joking. You should see beautiful girls everyday.
Ali : That’s what Divya. I see beautiful girls everyday. India girls come to USA on a daily basis but the moment they land. They behave as if Instagram models. Skimpy dresses and seductive expressions on social media. You’re different. You’re a woman. Matured woman.
Me : I’m flattered. Thank you.
Ali : Don’t mention. You were wearing a shirt and a skirt in the DP but still looks sensuous.
He words are somehow working magic on me and I started to rub my neck and upper body with one hand while trying with one hand.
Ali : I am sure guys must be hitting on you everytime.
Me : Not much Ali. I’m too old for guys in here. They don’t find me attractive.
Ali : What? You should be kidding. How can they not find an angel like you attractive. They should see with my eyes.
Me : Did you have dinner Ali?
Ali : Yes. How about you.
Me : I had an hour ago. I’m about to sleep anyway. Got early classes tomorrow.
Ali : Sure. I just lost track of time texting you. Btw, you don’t have a to come to office tomorrow. I can get the papers to you and have you sign them.
Me : That’s too much trouble Ali. It’s okay.
Ali : I insist Divya. I will atleast get to see you in person. will meet you at the park tomorrow evening as it would be uncomfortable for you and your roommates if the landlord visits home.
Me : That’d be great. Thank you. Good night.
I was so horny after that conversation and immediately called husband into a video chat and we masturbated together. I remembered Ali in my thoughts while doing it which felt awkward and weird as well.
Next day I was waiting in the park and I stumbled across Praman. It reminded me of the incident but after what happened last night, it didn’t bother me much. I went to talk to him. He apologized again and we resolved things. Just then Ali arrived in the park and he said he left papers at home and asked me to come to his home along with me and said he’d drop me back. I wasn’t sure but felt it’d be rude if I decline the offer. I said okay. We got in his car and he took me to his home. It was beautiful. This guy must be fucking rich to have a home like that. It was giving me an Arabic vibe. He said he got it designed after his time in Dubai. I asked if there was anyone. He said his wife went to India for delivery and he’s alone for 1 month and 2 more months from then. He was giving me a tour of the house and getting glances at me. He removed his coat and I could see his ripped body. He’s maintaining himself so well even in 40s. I am impressed. He insisted me on staying for dinner but I didn’t want to. I told him I have an assignment to work on and signed the papers. He asked if I’d at least have coffee with him. We went to kitchen to make coffee. He was standing so close to me in the kitchen while making coffee. I was operating the coffee machine and looking for the needle to rip the cover. He suddenly came behind me with his crotch area touching my back and his hands on mine just like a back hug and helped me rip the cover. He brought his face close to my neck sniffed it and told me I smell great. Me (gasping of breath) : Thank you Ali. We got back to living room.
All : It's great Divya. You smell good. Make good coffee and most of all
Me : Yeah. Most of all ?
Ali : No no Divya. You might find it offensive.
Me : No Ali, go ahead.
Ali : You have perfect shaped body. A slimmer waist with top front and lower back rising just the way they should be.
I didn’t know how to react. I just smiled and said thank you and I asked him to drop me as it is getting late. He dropped me home and we started texting each other regularly regarding everyday stuff. After resolving things with Praman, I started getting closer to him too. I spend all day with Praman. Text most of the night with Ali.
One day me and Praman decide to work on an assignment on Wednesday.
On same day evening I don’t remember about the assignment and suddenly got a call from Ali. He doesn’t generally call so I immediately answered.
Ali : Hey, are you free for an hour or so? I want you to help me shopping for my wife.
Me : Yes but how can I help.
Ali : I got few dresses in mind but you should try. You and my wife have same sizes. I want to surprise when she’s back to USA.
Me : We can go yeah. (I totally forgot the assignment)
In the mall he made we wear modern dresses which are revealing. I’m pretty sure he’d let his wife wear them. I hesitated but realized it’s just for few minutes. Also it’d be surprise if I can try these and surprise my husband when he visits me. I could observe his mouth getting watery and a small bulge over his nylon shorts. He didn’t like any of the dresses and we started roaming in the mall and just then I received a call from Praman and reminded me of the assignment. I realized and asked Ali to drop me immediately. Ali took me home and while getting down I went to his window to say bye. I was wearing a Tshirt which would reveal half of my boobs if I bend. I was not expecting any bending but when I bent at his window for a moment. He caught a glimpse of them and started talking when I’m in that position.
Ali : Divya. You know why I haven’t bought any of them ?
Me : Yeah. Why ?
Ali : You look stunning in all of them and I can’t imagine anyone else wearing them.
Me : Wow. You’re nice. Thank you.
Our conversation went for 5 minutes flirting and he was not wasting any moment to look at my semi nude tits. In the end he gave me a bag. A dress which he secretly bought for me.
End of Update.
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Even though I’m from a city in India, my parents have raised me in such a a way that I have always been conservative. So conservative that I had my first boyfriend after 20. He was my classmate in Bachelors. first kiss at 22 and never made out till I was 25. All with the same guy. He insisted on having sex for 3 years but I never given into his intentions. He then cheated on my back multiple times to satisfy his physical needs which led to our breakup. I only had one boyfriend for 5 years but there were men who ogled at me all the time. It ranged from a 14 years to older guys who are in their 70s. I am tall and have always been blessed with natural sexy body.
I was in depression for more than a year and then married my husband when I was 27 and that’s when I lost virginity. After spending a year in India, my husband moved to USA on work visa and I followed him few months later. I could go on a dependent visa but I choose to do master's as that would help me get a job later. I visited USA a month before my college starts and that’s the honeymoon period for me. I saw my husband after 4 months and we fucked like rabbits everyday. He was never that much into sex back in India but he’s an altogether a different person in here. We fucked everywhere in the house. Starting regularly from the bed to couch to shower, kitchen even on the balcony. Our apartment always echoed with my moans and his gasps. Both of us were sexually compatible. I got admission in this college as my husband also works in same city. Then, the unfortunate thing happened. My husband got transferred to a different city and did not have an option to work remote as it was a mechanical engineer job. With no other option, I had to stay back in the city and look for a new house. That’s what delayed my rental process.
I met Praman while I was still in India and he insisted on getting an apartment together with one or two other roommates but I declined the offer as 1. I am not comfortable to live with a guy in the same apartment and 2. I would not need it as I’d live with my husband. He seemed like a nice, helpful and talented guy but I always know guys have ulterior motives when it concerns me.
After the first day of college, my husband left in the evening to his work place with deep regret. We both felt it. That night I was so lonely as I didn’t not have many friends and it’s the first time in a new country without husband. I wanted someone to talk to and I texted Praman. Since it’s my first day in new house and I have not done my laundry for past month when I was with hubby. We were too busy fucking. I put all of my clothes in Landry as I was not expecting any male guests which was a huge mistake because when Praman arrived I did not have proper dress to cover my body well. I did not even find a proper bra. I had a to wear a bra which was little bit loose compared to my actual bra size and a panty. I did not even have jeans or leggings so had to meet him while still in my pajamas. I got a good panty though. I took him to my bedroom where he immediately sat on the bed. I was about to sit next to him and then realized that’s where I had a sex session with my husband few hours ago. I was not comfortable sitting in there with another man. I got a chair instead. We were watching a movie and suddenly he placed his hand on my thigh. It was a shock to me and suddenly currents ran my spine I was in a situation when I could not react. He took his hands and started doing that in regular intervals. I didn’t want to make a big scene out of it as it was common for most guys and girls. Later he started caressing my thigh slowly in an erotic fashion. I just had sex few hours ago and I was feeling super horny with his actions. This is due to the past months with my husband. We had multiple sessions everyday and just one session that evening left me wanting for more. He started massaging my thighs and I was losing control. There was a little wetness accumulating in my pussy. Before the situation got out of hand I yelled at him and scared him off. Idiot even had an erection which I could observe over his jeans. I stopped talking to him as I used to be horny every night and he always reminded me of the incident whenever I see or think of him.
After few days, I received a mail that I delayed signing my rental documents and had to pay fine of a month’s rent which is very costly. I tried to contact the landlord and texted him on WhatsApp. I apologized as I was busy with getting adjusted to the new life and academics in USA and he responded in a very nice manner. He said it’s fine and he can ignore it with first warning. He was an Indian from Kerala who is married and in his mid 40s. He looked younger for someone who is over 40 though. I said I can come to office the very next day. He said okay. His name is Ali.
Ali : So, Divya how are you feeling here in the city.
Me : It’s been good so far sir but still getting adjusted to assignments and submissions.
Ali : Call me Ali. Sir makes me feel too old. So, lot of hard work in classes ?
Me : Yeah actually in group projects. My partner doesn’t do much work (actually Praman was my partner and we had hard time communicating after the incident)
Ali : Oh, that’s why you might have not find time for the rental.
Me : Yes Ali.
Ali : Btw, you might have got it many times but you look pretty in the WhatsApp display picture.
Me : Oww. Thank you so much Ali.
Ali : Not at all. Pleasure if mine that I got to see the beauty and even better texting the beauty.
I was habituated to guys staring at me and flirting is new to me and as I was missing physical touch for few days now, even the slightest flirt is making me horny.
Me : You’re joking. You should see beautiful girls everyday.
Ali : That’s what Divya. I see beautiful girls everyday. India girls come to USA on a daily basis but the moment they land. They behave as if Instagram models. Skimpy dresses and seductive expressions on social media. You’re different. You’re a woman. Matured woman.
Me : I’m flattered. Thank you.
Ali : Don’t mention. You were wearing a shirt and a skirt in the DP but still looks sensuous.
He words are somehow working magic on me and I started to rub my neck and upper body with one hand while trying with one hand.
Ali : I am sure guys must be hitting on you everytime.
Me : Not much Ali. I’m too old for guys in here. They don’t find me attractive.
Ali : What? You should be kidding. How can they not find an angel like you attractive. They should see with my eyes.
Me : Did you have dinner Ali?
Ali : Yes. How about you.
Me : I had an hour ago. I’m about to sleep anyway. Got early classes tomorrow.
Ali : Sure. I just lost track of time texting you. Btw, you don’t have a to come to office tomorrow. I can get the papers to you and have you sign them.
Me : That’s too much trouble Ali. It’s okay.
Ali : I insist Divya. I will atleast get to see you in person. will meet you at the park tomorrow evening as it would be uncomfortable for you and your roommates if the landlord visits home.
Me : That’d be great. Thank you. Good night.
I was so horny after that conversation and immediately called husband into a video chat and we masturbated together. I remembered Ali in my thoughts while doing it which felt awkward and weird as well.
Next day I was waiting in the park and I stumbled across Praman. It reminded me of the incident but after what happened last night, it didn’t bother me much. I went to talk to him. He apologized again and we resolved things. Just then Ali arrived in the park and he said he left papers at home and asked me to come to his home along with me and said he’d drop me back. I wasn’t sure but felt it’d be rude if I decline the offer. I said okay. We got in his car and he took me to his home. It was beautiful. This guy must be fucking rich to have a home like that. It was giving me an Arabic vibe. He said he got it designed after his time in Dubai. I asked if there was anyone. He said his wife went to India for delivery and he’s alone for 1 month and 2 more months from then. He was giving me a tour of the house and getting glances at me. He removed his coat and I could see his ripped body. He’s maintaining himself so well even in 40s. I am impressed. He insisted me on staying for dinner but I didn’t want to. I told him I have an assignment to work on and signed the papers. He asked if I’d at least have coffee with him. We went to kitchen to make coffee. He was standing so close to me in the kitchen while making coffee. I was operating the coffee machine and looking for the needle to rip the cover. He suddenly came behind me with his crotch area touching my back and his hands on mine just like a back hug and helped me rip the cover. He brought his face close to my neck sniffed it and told me I smell great. Me (gasping of breath) : Thank you Ali. We got back to living room.
All : It's great Divya. You smell good. Make good coffee and most of all
Me : Yeah. Most of all ?
Ali : No no Divya. You might find it offensive.
Me : No Ali, go ahead.
Ali : You have perfect shaped body. A slimmer waist with top front and lower back rising just the way they should be.
I didn’t know how to react. I just smiled and said thank you and I asked him to drop me as it is getting late. He dropped me home and we started texting each other regularly regarding everyday stuff. After resolving things with Praman, I started getting closer to him too. I spend all day with Praman. Text most of the night with Ali.
One day me and Praman decide to work on an assignment on Wednesday.
On same day evening I don’t remember about the assignment and suddenly got a call from Ali. He doesn’t generally call so I immediately answered.
Ali : Hey, are you free for an hour or so? I want you to help me shopping for my wife.
Me : Yes but how can I help.
Ali : I got few dresses in mind but you should try. You and my wife have same sizes. I want to surprise when she’s back to USA.
Me : We can go yeah. (I totally forgot the assignment)
In the mall he made we wear modern dresses which are revealing. I’m pretty sure he’d let his wife wear them. I hesitated but realized it’s just for few minutes. Also it’d be surprise if I can try these and surprise my husband when he visits me. I could observe his mouth getting watery and a small bulge over his nylon shorts. He didn’t like any of the dresses and we started roaming in the mall and just then I received a call from Praman and reminded me of the assignment. I realized and asked Ali to drop me immediately. Ali took me home and while getting down I went to his window to say bye. I was wearing a Tshirt which would reveal half of my boobs if I bend. I was not expecting any bending but when I bent at his window for a moment. He caught a glimpse of them and started talking when I’m in that position.
Ali : Divya. You know why I haven’t bought any of them ?
Me : Yeah. Why ?
Ali : You look stunning in all of them and I can’t imagine anyone else wearing them.
Me : Wow. You’re nice. Thank you.
Our conversation went for 5 minutes flirting and he was not wasting any moment to look at my semi nude tits. In the end he gave me a bag. A dress which he secretly bought for me.
End of Update.
Guys. Please do share feedback as it would help me with my writing style. I hope you’d like my longer update. Please feel to comment as that excites me more.
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