Anjali gets a visit from Sergio.
Anjali was a frustrated Indian wife with 2 kids, living in London. She had been married for 20 years and although she loved her husband Raj, he couldn’t satisfy her anymore. She longed for a hard fuck with a tall powerful man. But being bought up in a conservative household she couldn’t stray. Or could she?
Anjali had a day off work today and as the kids and Raj were back at school and work, after the pandemic. She decided to have some peace and stay at home. With the morning household chores done, she headed for her bedroom to have her shower. She stood in front of her full length mirror. As she removed her gown and and her pjs, she looked at her body, admiring her ample breasts, holding them and caressing her soft supple skin. She felt her pussy getting wet and with her free hand she reached for it and dipped her finger in. “Oh Shit! IM dripping!” She said to herself. She needed a fuck! Anjali headed for the en suite where she got into the shower, the hot water felt so sensuous to her skin, using the hand held shower head , Anjali concentrated it on her pussy. Leaning on the wall, she had given her self some satisfaction, but it wasn’t enough! Anjali was horny, Anjali needed cock!
As it was her day, she decided to wear something traditional. Because of lockdown, she hadn’t had chance to dress up. Anjali loved dressing up. So today, she picked out a pink salwar kameez, her mother in law had gifted it to her last year. She picked out Lacy purple bra and thong set to wear underneath. As the kameez was made to measure, last year, it had gotten a little tighter, fitting to her body like a glove. The neckline had more than a hint of cleavage and with the contrasting colours with her bra, it wasn’t really leaving anything to the imagination as her bra was visible through the thin material of her kameez . Normally Anjali wouldn’t wear anything revealing but as she was at home she thought “fuck it!, no ones gonna see.”
She was finishing of her makeup the doorbell rang.
She grabbed her dupata and covered it over her bosom. It didn’t do much to help, and as she was walking down the stairs, the duppata rose up the her neck revealing her chest, she didn’t realise as she was focused on who was at the door.
It was Sergio, Raj’s boss! Anjali had met Sergio at various functions with Raj, she had caught Sergio’s eye. They bothe flirted with each other at the functions but Anjali passed it of as just banter. After a conversation with Raj earlier he discovered that Anjali would be alone today.
“Hi Anjali, I was on my way to a meeting and Raj asked me if I could pick some papers up from his office. He told me you were home today.” Said Sergio feigning the excuse of his visit.
He stood at the doorway towering over Anjali. He must have been at least 6’2! Being only 5ft, Sergio got a nice view of Anjali’s cleavage. He had a weakness for Indian women in traditional clothing. His lions were definitely stirring!
“Oh ok, yes do come in, I’ll show you where his office is.” Letting Sergio in, she smelt his Aftershave, it must have been expensive as it smelt of Oud, a very masculine woody scent. It made Anjali, fluster as she felt her pussy dampen.
Sergio must have noticed. He had a way with women. Being a handsome man he was as experienced with reading women.
He smiled as he walked in. He wanted to fuck Anjali now! “Fuck the meeting,” he said to himself.
“Could i trouble you for some water first?” Anjali, being the hostess with the mostest said “I’m making my self some brunch, have a seat and I’ll make us both some.”
She headed for the kitchen, Sergio followed, he didn’t sit down!
He was gonna make it happen!
Anjali began getting the ingredients for pranthey together, Sergio wanted to eat something else.
“Raj is one lucky man! If I had a wife like you I wouldn’t leave the bedroom”
Anjali was used to this type of conversation with Sergio, she replied “well all he would do is fucking sleep!” She let slip her frustration. Sergio took it as a sign. He lad up bra strap on her back was peeing through at him. He went towards her and placed his hand on her lower back just above her salwar, “well all I would do is fuck you till you beg me to stop, then i would fuck you till I can’t fuck no more!”
He turned Anjali around and forced his lips on hers. Holding her tight, Anjalis breasts were squashed up against Sergios broad chest. Her conservative wife upbringing was trying to stop Sergio, but his powerful grip, his scent and the way his cock felt against her stomach was melting her inhibitions.
She began to hug and feel Sergios body, he was much bigger than Raj, in more ways than one. His cock felt huge!
Sensing that Anjali was turned on, Sergio released his grip on her, Anjali couldn’t let go. She was in a trance like state, lust had taken control over her. She was ready for the taking!
Sergio turned her around and took her flimsy dupatta from her neck and put it to the side. kissing her neck, his hands were all over her body, he could feel the lace of her underwear that made his cock twitch against Anjali’s arse. Anjali reached back and unfastened Sergio s trousers. Feeling the heat of his meat, she needed to see it!
Anjali turned around and as Sergio continued to feel her sexy body. She put her hand inside his boxers, and she was shocked as her fingers could not even go round the shaft. It was as thick as he forearm. Had Anjali bitten of more than she could chew?
Sergios was now unzipping Anjali’s kameez from the back, looking at her deep in her eyes, she had the sexiest eyes he had ever seen. Pulling her kameez off, Anjali was left in her purple laced bra, she pulled Sergios boxers down and went down on her knees, she was greeted with a 8inch long and 5 inch thick monster penis. It was much bigger than her pencil dicked husband. She had never given Raj a blow job, but something made her kiss Sergios cock, her lipstick stained his cock, parting her red lips, she put the tip of his cock in her mouth. Her face was stretched and beginning to hurt. She removed it, looked up at Sergio,
“Well done Anjali, take some more” he placed his hands on her head and moved it closer to his groin. Anjali took in a little more but began gagging and spluttering, Sergio didn’t let go, tears started rolling down Anjalis cheeks. Her mascara was begging to run. “Your my slut now Anjali.”
Sergio said as he took his cock out of her mouth.
Anjali looked at her reflection in the oven door. She did look like a slut with her hair a mess, mascara down her face and lipstick smeared. Far from the innocent wife the women up as. She loved it!
Sergio pulled her back up and undid her string that was holding her salwar up. Her salwar fell to the floor revealing Anjalis slender legs. Sergio picked her up and laid her on the table, it was Sergios turn to uncover Anjalis treasures now!
Anjalis pussy was so wet, her thong was soaked! The kitchen now smelled of sex.
Sergio, held Anjalis legs apart and took his face near her pussy, he put his lips on her thong covered pussy, Anjali used her hands to help uncover her freshly shaved pussy for him to enjoy.
His mouth went for her soaking pussy. He licked her outer labia, savoring the taste.
"Hmmm... It tastes good, soft and smooth like a rose petal".
He forked his tongue in and out of Anjalis pussy sending tingling sensations to my stomach. Then he moved to her clitoris.
He gently placed his teeth on her clit. I looked at him questioningly.
"Dont worry I'll go gentle on it".
He kept biting for sometime. After that he sucked her clitoris.
He started licking vigorously while inserting a finger into my pussy. He started fingering and sucking me alternatively. Anjali couldn't hold it anymore. Grabbing his hair she pulled him towards her pussy. Anjalis legs held him closely. The more he fingered and licked the more Anjali was on her way to her orgasm.
"Hrrrr...haaa" I spasmed letting my juice overflow his mouth, watching it drip down his face.
Anjali laid gasping for breath, she really needed that! Sergio stood up with a smile lustfully on his face, he wasn’t done yet.
As she was recovering from her orgasm, he reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, leaving Anjali in her thong, albiet uncovering her pussy, and her mangalsutra. Highlighting that she was indeed married to another man.
Her phone began to ring, it was Raj! Bringing her back to some sort of senses,
“Hey, honey, I was on a break and I thought I’d call see how your day off was going?”
Anjali was still trying to regain her composure after her orgasm. And Raj could hear her heavy breathing.
“Are you ok? You’re out of breath!”
“ yeah I’m ok, I was just doing a work out!”
Anjali lied.
Sergio began to kiss anjalis ample breasts, using his strong tongue to flick her £1 coin sized nipples, causing her to moan.
“What was that?” Raj asked,
“I think I’ve pulled a muscle” she lied again.
“Listen, I forgot to tell you, my mum and dad will be picking up the kids from school and I’m going to be working late at the office, Sergio has given me some last minute work that need to be completed tonight.”
Anjali instantly knew Sergio had planned for Raj to work late today. It must have been fate that her in laws would be picking up the kids today.
“Enjoy your extra free time” Raj said jokingly.
Little did he know Sergio was now sucking on his wife’s tits.
“Bye honey”
“Bye”.
“Ughhhhn!” She let out a pent up moan she was holding back.
Sergio, stood up and removed his clothes.
Anjali was getting anxious at the forthcoming event. Would she be able to take him in her pussy?
He got on top of anjali and kissed her, his long tongue probed her mouth, she could taste herself on him.
Anjalis pussy was dripping, Sergio put his cock on her inviting pussy hole, it was Pushing her back on the table, he raised her legs and placed them on his thighs, giving him room to move further in between her legs. His thick cock brushed against her pussy lips making her shiver and moan. He continued his tease, rubbing up and down her slit.
Anjali had her eyes closed and sighed in pleasure. But just then she moaned and her eyes popped open. She sat back up and saw the tip of his cock had pushed inside her. A truly magnificent sight indeed; she had finally been taken by another man. She had crossed the threshold of the sanctity of her marriage. She had not followed the God's word but had chosen the path of the devil.
She gasped and threw her head back as he pushed another inch inside her and each subsequent inch evoked the same reaction till just a minute later she thought he was all in. She felt so because he was way past till where her husband reached and felt stuffed like never before.
She opened her eyes and watched wide eyed in shock that he was only half way through. She was sure that if he moved any further, he would split her open and pull out her entrails. Sergio too realised this was going to be the maximum he'd push inside her at least for the moment. He pulled out slowly and saw a thick coat of her juices sticking to his shaft. He then pushed back, albeit slowly just to make her used to his length and girth.
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"Aaahh...Uhhh...Aaahhh..." Anjali moaned as he humped her. After taking a couple of minutes to set his pace and to make her used to him, he had picked up a notch. Her legs were on his shoulders which made him go a little deeper.
"Hmmpff...Huuhhh...Yeahhhh" He grunted as he ploughed into her soft, warm cunt.
Her eyes were closed, head thrown back; her hands clutched the bed sheet as tightly as they could. She was experiencing pure bliss, a state of sexual nirvana. He pushed her legs behind his back and lowered down to clasp her engorged nipple between his lips.
Beads of sweat pooled on his head and trickled down as his body shook rapidly. She kissed the top of his bald head as a loving acknowledgement of the pleasure and the experience he was giving her. He slowed down just a little to move up and kiss her returning the gesture.
Sergio slowed down just a bit to enjoy her wet mouth and the sloppy kiss. Their kisses were getting more and more passionate. From the reluctant kisser a while ago to a frantic kisser a few minutes ago, Anjali was now kissing him like he was a long lost lover she had finally found.
He pulled up to pick up pace and that gave Anjali a chance to perk her head up to see below. She bellowed a moan seeing his thick cock piston in and out of her. What she also noticed was a Mangalsutra dangling and dancing from the hard thrusts her body was receiving.
She was a married woman and was supposed to be faithful to just one man, her husband. But all that was irrelevant right now. Her husband was miles away working and she was here, in the arms of another man.
Sergio for a second thought about changing positions. He so wanted to turn her over and fuck her like a bitch which was almost instinctive to him. But every time that thought was quashed by just a glance at her.
Her beautiful face, her expressive eyes which winced and grimaced from each stroke. The straight nose which crinkled with the wince, its nostril flaring every time she inhaled sharply. The beautiful pink lips which always enticed him for a kiss, the small chin. The beautiful auburn hair and the dash of vermilion on the parting of her hair. She was so feminine, so beautiful that all he wanted to do was look at her, kiss her and fuck her.
Sergio started fucking her harder, a change from the steady pace that was set. A few hard strokes inside her triggered the long awaited orgasm. She started moaning louder than she did, her body started shaking and shivering more than it did. Looking at her getting close, he hammered into her as hard as he could.
"Aaahaaaaa... Haaa...yeaaaaahhh..." Anjali screamed as the orgasm approached.
Seeing his shy, reluctant lover suddenly turn vocal turned him on a little too much, triggering his own orgasm. He bucked and moved faster and deeper. A few strokes and she was off the edge. She screamed as loud as she could before it turned into a whimper. She arched her back, her eyes turned as the orgasm hit her. She shivered and bucked like a possessed woman.
Seeing in her state, Sergio couldn't control himself. A few hard thrusts later, he too grunted loudly, emptying his nuts in the condom. He collapsed on her, heaving and panting while she too cooed and moaned from the aftershocks of the orgasm. He nuzzled her neck, placed soft kisses on her cheek and then finally looked at her after which another deep, passionate kiss followed.
Anjali knew now nothing would be the same. She was a married indian
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