The Sports Meet-1
My name is Karishma and I am 34yrs old with a son Fazal aged 16yrs. I am definitely not beautiful to look at to catch anyone’s attention. At the same time, I am blessed with a figure of 34DD-28-36 which does attract enough attention as I realized after this incident happened.
My husband Ali is 50yrs old and is a very well established businessman. He is a very good man and takes care of us very well, surely above middle class family standards. We do have sex once or sometimes twice a month when he feels like it.
This surely does not satisfy my physical cravings but I don’t want to complain because masturbation is still my best friend. I do masturbate a few times every day either while reading erotica or while watching porn videos to satisfy my cravings.
I cannot dare ask my husband for sex because he is very orthodox in his line of thoughts. So I try to satisfy myself the only other way I can. Yes, I do look forward to Ali getting in the mood more often… if and when that ever happens.
I am not going to talk about Ali’s size because I don’t need to. Let’s just agree that he is sizeable enough to get me pregnant and big enough to make love to me when he gets in the mood to fuck me. Let me also mention that he was the first man to deflower me and take my virginity on our first night.
Despite all this I have never considered venturing outside my marriage because the very thought of the consequences sends shivers up my spine. Yes, I do fantasize about a lot of men but that is purely in my fantasies to help myself orgasm enjoyably.
I have read many stories here and already know that I have a below average bedroom life than what you would call normal but I have learned to live with it. I know that after a busy and stressful day, a husband only can do so much in the bedroom so I fully understand.
I used to work before marriage as a college teacher but quit to become a dedicated housewife and doting mother because my husband wanted that. This incident which I am about to tell you, was the turning point in my life and I am forever thankful to almighty to make it happen.
It was time for the annual sports meet which I only have to attend because Ali finds it a total waste of time. He does not even come to the parent teacher’s meetings despite getting repeated stinkers from the college.
So let me tell you about my dressing, at home I am free to wear anything I wish including aggressive and revealing western clothes. But when we have visitors or if I have to step out then I am mandated to only wear sarees.
Yes, I am allowed to wear modern blouse designs but I have to be fully covered with the saree. My blouse designs are quite up to date with the modern trends with wide open backs and plunging necklines. My petticoat is always as low as I could safely tie it before it slides off by itself.
I am not an exhibitionist but I like to feel good to flaunt the only nice thing I have… my body. I am so used to men ogling at me or making cat calls also. Mostly in crowded places men grope or slap my butt and some have even dared to give a quick squeeze to my tits.
I am past letting all this male attention affect me negatively, instead it makes me feel good…. really very good… It feels very good to be in so much demand despite not at all being beautiful.
I love Ali for giving me the freedom to dress the way I want because otherwise I would be roaming around wearing a veil on top of my clothes covered up from head to toe like it is mandatory in our faith. My son Fazal, is growing into a nice young man blessed with a great physique.
He is outstanding in sports but average in his studies. Ali does not mind his performance in studies because he is clear about Fazal joining his business. So that day I dressed in a bright yellow chiffon saree to attend the sports meet.
Today I wanted to look my best because my son was participating in many of the competitions and I was really proud of him. I wore minimum makeup because I prefer it that way. I hate to look at women who simply look plastered with makeup trying to hide the reality underneath.
I reached the college on time to be greeted by my overly excited son. Fazal got me a seat in the area only reserved for teachers because that had the best view. He had struck a deal with his physical instructor and principal because my son was one of the best in the college when it came to sports.
So I settled in my seat surrounded by teachers. I felt like a VIP sitting there with the best front seat view. Right next to me, the newly appointed principal Mr. Akash was seated. Today was the first time I was meeting him. He looked like an average middle aged man with a small pot belly.
I chuckled to myself that maybe he should also participate in sports so it helps him loose some belly fat. I was already enjoying the lustful gazes of other men folk who had come to cheer their children. Then the sports meet was flagged off by Akash and the games started.
Akash sat back striking a up conversation with me. Like typical of most men, he too was stealing glances at my cleavage often looking from over my shoulder as he was taller than me. He showered me with lot more appreciation the moment he found out that I was Fazal’s mother.
He was a good conversationalist and got my attention very quickly. He said “the moment I saw you Mrs. Karishma I thought you were Fazal’s elder sister”. This was the first time I heard something like this and it made me blush instinctively.
I replied “I think you are going overboard with your flattery Mr. Akash”. He said “well I am disappointed that you passed off my honest opinion as flattery”. I quickly replied “ohh don’t be disappointed Mr. Akash, I love your compliments. Thank You”.
He smiled and said “you can call me Akash only”. I also quickly replied “in that case you can also call me Karishma only”. The meet continued and he personally flagged off every event giving the participants some real motivation.
Akash made me feel special as the sports meet progressed and Fazal won medals after medals. He rained me with appreciation for my good upbringing. While sitting alongside him, our bodies were brushing against each other.
I took it lightly because the space was little tight so this was naturally bound to happen. No one ever before in my life had made me feel so good and elated with just a simple conversation. Akash even went to the extent of saying “I am feeling lucky to be sitting next to the prettiest lady in this event today”.
I replied “sorry Akash, you are wrong this time. Look around, there are so many women much more prettier than me”. He looked me deep in my eyes and said “Karishma do you think I am talking about visible beauty? Look around, how many women do you see whose child has excelled as good as Fazal in today’s event”?
This was a deep message and got me thinking. Even Ali for that matter has never ever appreciated me like this in so many years of my marriage. I was already feeling like I knew Akash since a long time. Akash accompanied me to every event making sure I got the best seat with him seated next to me.
I got back to focusing on the games cheering for Fazal alongside Akash. Over time I realized that his brushing my body was deliberate. Surprisingly I liked it because it was making my body tingle with naughty and arousing sensations.
Sensations which I have never felt before even while having sex with Ali or while masturbating to my crazy fantasies. These were different and simply awesome. Then I did something unbelievable which I have never done before in my life.
I loosened my saree pallu (the part of the saree which covers a woman’s chest and back) a little so he could enjoy a better view at my cleavage. I did this so subtly that no one including Akash would suspect anything. This sure had the desired effect.
Soon Akash was staring more often and openly at my cleavage while talking to me. I pretended that I was totally unaware of where his eyes were. Then it was lunch time so there was a 2hrs break for everyone before the events resumed.
I was with Fazal helping him with his special meal recommended for sports. Fazal was jubilant as ever because he had already won so many medals, Mostly golds and a few silver. Akash personally brought me lunch which was served for the teachers and staff.
I profusely thanked him for his kind gesture because I came unprepared for this only focusing on my son. So after I had my lunch with my son, it was rest time. Then the sports meet resumed. Fazal had five more events to participate in.
Akash was quick to be back by my side after flagging off each event cheering all the participants. It was only now that I seriously looked at him. Despite his average looks, Akash was everything I was looking for in an ideal father and a teacher.
I was simply floored. Then the meet concluded with the prize distribution ceremony. I was feeling on top of the world because my son had won the maximum medals. After the meet concluded Akash came to me.
He said “Karishma let’s leave the boys alone to enjoy their limelight. Can you please spare a few minutes for having tea with me”? I was already in awe of this man and blinded by the attention he had been showering me with so I quickly accepted without second thoughts.
I told Fazal to have a ball with his friends to celebrate his winnings and meet me at home after he was done and went with Akash. Akash took me to his house which was behind the main college building and I unsuspectingly went with him.
To be continued….
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My name is Karishma and I am 34yrs old with a son Fazal aged 16yrs. I am definitely not beautiful to look at to catch anyone’s attention. At the same time, I am blessed with a figure of 34DD-28-36 which does attract enough attention as I realized after this incident happened.
My husband Ali is 50yrs old and is a very well established businessman. He is a very good man and takes care of us very well, surely above middle class family standards. We do have sex once or sometimes twice a month when he feels like it.
This surely does not satisfy my physical cravings but I don’t want to complain because masturbation is still my best friend. I do masturbate a few times every day either while reading erotica or while watching porn videos to satisfy my cravings.
I cannot dare ask my husband for sex because he is very orthodox in his line of thoughts. So I try to satisfy myself the only other way I can. Yes, I do look forward to Ali getting in the mood more often… if and when that ever happens.
I am not going to talk about Ali’s size because I don’t need to. Let’s just agree that he is sizeable enough to get me pregnant and big enough to make love to me when he gets in the mood to fuck me. Let me also mention that he was the first man to deflower me and take my virginity on our first night.
Despite all this I have never considered venturing outside my marriage because the very thought of the consequences sends shivers up my spine. Yes, I do fantasize about a lot of men but that is purely in my fantasies to help myself orgasm enjoyably.
I have read many stories here and already know that I have a below average bedroom life than what you would call normal but I have learned to live with it. I know that after a busy and stressful day, a husband only can do so much in the bedroom so I fully understand.
I used to work before marriage as a college teacher but quit to become a dedicated housewife and doting mother because my husband wanted that. This incident which I am about to tell you, was the turning point in my life and I am forever thankful to almighty to make it happen.
It was time for the annual sports meet which I only have to attend because Ali finds it a total waste of time. He does not even come to the parent teacher’s meetings despite getting repeated stinkers from the college.
So let me tell you about my dressing, at home I am free to wear anything I wish including aggressive and revealing western clothes. But when we have visitors or if I have to step out then I am mandated to only wear sarees.
Yes, I am allowed to wear modern blouse designs but I have to be fully covered with the saree. My blouse designs are quite up to date with the modern trends with wide open backs and plunging necklines. My petticoat is always as low as I could safely tie it before it slides off by itself.
I am not an exhibitionist but I like to feel good to flaunt the only nice thing I have… my body. I am so used to men ogling at me or making cat calls also. Mostly in crowded places men grope or slap my butt and some have even dared to give a quick squeeze to my tits.
I am past letting all this male attention affect me negatively, instead it makes me feel good…. really very good… It feels very good to be in so much demand despite not at all being beautiful.
I love Ali for giving me the freedom to dress the way I want because otherwise I would be roaming around wearing a veil on top of my clothes covered up from head to toe like it is mandatory in our faith. My son Fazal, is growing into a nice young man blessed with a great physique.
He is outstanding in sports but average in his studies. Ali does not mind his performance in studies because he is clear about Fazal joining his business. So that day I dressed in a bright yellow chiffon saree to attend the sports meet.
Today I wanted to look my best because my son was participating in many of the competitions and I was really proud of him. I wore minimum makeup because I prefer it that way. I hate to look at women who simply look plastered with makeup trying to hide the reality underneath.
I reached the college on time to be greeted by my overly excited son. Fazal got me a seat in the area only reserved for teachers because that had the best view. He had struck a deal with his physical instructor and principal because my son was one of the best in the college when it came to sports.
So I settled in my seat surrounded by teachers. I felt like a VIP sitting there with the best front seat view. Right next to me, the newly appointed principal Mr. Akash was seated. Today was the first time I was meeting him. He looked like an average middle aged man with a small pot belly.
I chuckled to myself that maybe he should also participate in sports so it helps him loose some belly fat. I was already enjoying the lustful gazes of other men folk who had come to cheer their children. Then the sports meet was flagged off by Akash and the games started.
Akash sat back striking a up conversation with me. Like typical of most men, he too was stealing glances at my cleavage often looking from over my shoulder as he was taller than me. He showered me with lot more appreciation the moment he found out that I was Fazal’s mother.
He was a good conversationalist and got my attention very quickly. He said “the moment I saw you Mrs. Karishma I thought you were Fazal’s elder sister”. This was the first time I heard something like this and it made me blush instinctively.
I replied “I think you are going overboard with your flattery Mr. Akash”. He said “well I am disappointed that you passed off my honest opinion as flattery”. I quickly replied “ohh don’t be disappointed Mr. Akash, I love your compliments. Thank You”.
He smiled and said “you can call me Akash only”. I also quickly replied “in that case you can also call me Karishma only”. The meet continued and he personally flagged off every event giving the participants some real motivation.
Akash made me feel special as the sports meet progressed and Fazal won medals after medals. He rained me with appreciation for my good upbringing. While sitting alongside him, our bodies were brushing against each other.
I took it lightly because the space was little tight so this was naturally bound to happen. No one ever before in my life had made me feel so good and elated with just a simple conversation. Akash even went to the extent of saying “I am feeling lucky to be sitting next to the prettiest lady in this event today”.
I replied “sorry Akash, you are wrong this time. Look around, there are so many women much more prettier than me”. He looked me deep in my eyes and said “Karishma do you think I am talking about visible beauty? Look around, how many women do you see whose child has excelled as good as Fazal in today’s event”?
This was a deep message and got me thinking. Even Ali for that matter has never ever appreciated me like this in so many years of my marriage. I was already feeling like I knew Akash since a long time. Akash accompanied me to every event making sure I got the best seat with him seated next to me.
I got back to focusing on the games cheering for Fazal alongside Akash. Over time I realized that his brushing my body was deliberate. Surprisingly I liked it because it was making my body tingle with naughty and arousing sensations.
Sensations which I have never felt before even while having sex with Ali or while masturbating to my crazy fantasies. These were different and simply awesome. Then I did something unbelievable which I have never done before in my life.
I loosened my saree pallu (the part of the saree which covers a woman’s chest and back) a little so he could enjoy a better view at my cleavage. I did this so subtly that no one including Akash would suspect anything. This sure had the desired effect.
Soon Akash was staring more often and openly at my cleavage while talking to me. I pretended that I was totally unaware of where his eyes were. Then it was lunch time so there was a 2hrs break for everyone before the events resumed.
I was with Fazal helping him with his special meal recommended for sports. Fazal was jubilant as ever because he had already won so many medals, Mostly golds and a few silver. Akash personally brought me lunch which was served for the teachers and staff.
I profusely thanked him for his kind gesture because I came unprepared for this only focusing on my son. So after I had my lunch with my son, it was rest time. Then the sports meet resumed. Fazal had five more events to participate in.
Akash was quick to be back by my side after flagging off each event cheering all the participants. It was only now that I seriously looked at him. Despite his average looks, Akash was everything I was looking for in an ideal father and a teacher.
I was simply floored. Then the meet concluded with the prize distribution ceremony. I was feeling on top of the world because my son had won the maximum medals. After the meet concluded Akash came to me.
He said “Karishma let’s leave the boys alone to enjoy their limelight. Can you please spare a few minutes for having tea with me”? I was already in awe of this man and blinded by the attention he had been showering me with so I quickly accepted without second thoughts.
I told Fazal to have a ball with his friends to celebrate his winnings and meet me at home after he was done and went with Akash. Akash took me to his house which was behind the main college building and I unsuspectingly went with him.
To be continued….
I hope you all enjoyed reading my story so far. I will post more but before that please click on the like button or give me a rep point to give me some motivation. Also leave your feedback in the comments.
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