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Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby \u2014 an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please\u00a0write to me<\/a>\u00a0and the pictures will be taken down \u2014 no questions asked. <\/em>
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Happy New Year<\/strong> everyone!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My name is Jai and on the occasion of the new year, I want to narrate my erotic story with Deepa, my married colleague who already had a child before we met. <\/p>\n\n\n

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My story with her began on new year’s day four years ago — on Friday, Jan 1 2021, but I need to start a few months before that day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

During the Covid-19 pandemic, there had been a number of layoffs and furloughs in our company. A number of the employees that remained had moved to their home towns to be with their family. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Coming out of the pandemic, the company found itself woefully understaffed, especially at their headquarters in Toronto, Canada.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As a senior manager in the India offices who had done well during the pandemic downturn, I was offered a significant promotion and an offer to relocate to the Toronto. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Excited at the prospect, I had readily accepted the offer on the spot and paid the price for it when I got home. My wife was absolutely livid at even the thought of leaving India and we had the biggest fight of our married life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Our relationship kept getting increasingly frosty through all the visa processing and as Jan 1 (the date of my departure to Toronto) crept closer, I was eventually banished from her pussy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We had another fight just before my departure and I left home upset and angry that instead of supporting me, my wife was being selfish to the point of having an argument just before such a long journey. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Unless it wasn’t obvious, I was traveling alone because she absolutely refused to leave India, leaving all her family and friends to move to a completely alien country — not to mention the frigid winters that Canada is famous for.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After my induction, when I walked into my office I expected to meet my team. Instead I encountered just one woman working at her desk, her back turned to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Excuse me,” I said to her, “where is everyone?”<\/p>\n\n\n

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My jaw dropped when she turned and faced me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I barely heard her answer me saying that since today is a Friday, most of the team members had taken the day off and would be returning on Monday. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

One other colleague who was working had not returned from the lunch break.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You must be Jai sir,” she said smiling and extending her hand, “I am Deepa.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Just Jai,” I replied, shaking her hand. Facing me was a gorgeous woman with large, almond-shaped eyes and full lips crowning her pretty face. Her figure-hugging sweater accentuated her full beasts and shapely figure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As we talked standing there, Justin, the other member of the team who hadn’t taken the day off walked in and introduced himself. After talking to the two of them for a while, I said I would get familiar with the paperwork (showing them the files I had been given) and then we would have one-on-one chats to get to know each other better.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was a quiet day being a Friday between the new year’s day holiday and the weekend and the two huddled around their desks chatting as I made my way to my office. <\/p>\n\n\n

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After finishing up the paperwork, I went through their personnel files. No, that’s a lie. I went through her<\/em><\/strong> personnel file. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Deepa was a 32 years old mother of a 1 year old daughter, married to Christopher Wright, a Canadian, and an ex-employee of the company.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She had started working for us six months ago and was a junior member of the team. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She had prior experience working at our company’s call center in India before her marriage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

From her application letter, I learned that her husband’s accident and subsequent permanent disability had forced her to take up a job. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

‘So he doesn’t work here anymore’ I thought, already beginning to wonder how I would go about getting into the pants of this gorgeous young MILF, as I watched her work through the glass window of my office.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her back was turned to me, her bra strap visible through the sweater she was wearing and just a hint of her bare back where the sweater ended about half an inch or so above the top of her black jeans.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

During my chat with Deepa later that day — after I had already finished my chat with Justin and asked him to go home since it was a quiet day anyway — I learned that Chris (as she called him) used to head the customer support department of the company.<\/p>\n\n\n

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The two had fallen in love during his visit to the India call center. I wondered if it was his personality or the size of his black cock that she fell for.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was opposition from her family, but she had revolted and married him, relocating to Canada just before Covid hit. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Chris had met with an accident eight months ago and was permanently disabled. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

While his disability benefits took care of the basic household needs, it wasn’t enough to provide for the needs of an infant, save for the child’s education or anything beyond the basic necessities.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That’s when she had decided to start working again and the company was kind enough to hire her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Listening to her narrate her story, I wondered who was taking care of her<\/strong> needs — you know, the biological and sexual kind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

During my flight over, I had been wondering about how I would sate my own hyperactive libido since my wife had refused to come along.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Listening to Deepa’s story, I was beginning to hope that Deepa would fulfil the gap of not having a wife to fuck at the end of the day by spreading her legs for me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Even as she was talking, I was mentally undressing her, wondering if she was still lactating, what her nipples looked like, whether she shaved, trimmed or kept a bushy pussy… <\/p>\n\n\n\n

My cock kept getting harder and harder as I imagined ripping her clothes off and finding the answers to all those questions going on in my head about her body. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Of course my mind didn’t stop there and proceeded to doing all kinds of HR inappropriate things with her right there on the desk that separated us with her begging for harder, faster, deeper and more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

By the time our 1:1 ended, it was close to 5 pm and I asked her if she could recommend any good cafes for me to get a coffee since jetlag was kicking my butt. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She suggested a couple of places, including an Indian restaurant that served south Indian filter coffee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I decided to go for south Indian coffee, and she offered to take me there.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Over coffee, we talked some more about her life and aspirations. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She wasn’t a career minded woman. Working was a necessity for her and the sense I got was that she loved her husband and was a devoted mother to her daughter, who was pretty much her entire world — especially since Deepa had been disowned by her family and the baby wouldn’t be getting the love of her uncles, aunts, cousins and grand parents, who were all in India.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I asked her to recommend any other Indian restaurants she knew that weren’t too far since I hadn’t purchased any groceries yet. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She named a few that were close by and before I could say anything, she said she would have loved to take me to the restaurant of my choice, but had to head back home to cook for her husband, let the nanny go home and feed the still nursing baby — so she was still lactating I thought salivating and going hard at the thought of sucking on her tits till she fed me her milk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I told her I was asking for the future because I planned to pack dinner from the cafe were in for tonight.<\/p>\n\n\n

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A few days later, she asked me if I had visited any of the restaurants she had recommended. I honestly said I hadn’t. Between getting up to speed on the work front and shopping for the house I hadn’t much spare time to explore options and had been fixing me some heat-and-eat food most days.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She offered to take me to one of the places that night if I was up to it and I eagerly agreed. She called and asked the nanny to stay a couple extra hours. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Before the bill arrived, I suggested that she pack food for her husband instead of cooking after going home. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She offered to pay her share of the bill but I insisted on paying and then dropped her off to her place after dinner and gave her money to pay the extra that the nanny would be charging her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She refused to accept the money at first, but I insisted saying if it wasn’t for me, she wouldn’t be paying the nanny extra, so it was only fair that I pay that extra amount. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Reluctantly, she accepted the money, thanking me profusely for it and also for paying for her and her husband’s dinner, which I didn’t have to do.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Although there were other Indians in the company, we were the only two Indians in the team, and naturally, the shared culture meant that we bonded easily. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Soon, we were having dinner together at least 2-3 times a week and the routine of packing dinner for her husband, driving her home and paying for the nanny’s extra hours became less awkward for her with every passing dinner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

About a month after arriving in Toronto, I was hit by a bad case of home sickness. Her solution to the problem was inviting me over to her place for home cooked dinner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You will get to meet my husband and daughter too. What say?” she said and I readily agreed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her husband was completely immobile neck down. While he could speak, he needed help with just about everything else. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wondered if his equipment still worked and if she had to suck him off — or if it too was limp like the rest of him (I know I am a terrible person, but it was months since I had actual sex and was aching to fuck Deepa — preferably right next to her immobile husband in their bed while he watched.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We connected on social media and often chatted online or by sms late into the night. <\/p>\n\n\n

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What she did not know was that I was watching her pictures online and jerking off while messaging her, imagining that she was lying naked next to her disabled husband, masturbating while chatting with me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A few days after the dinner at her place, I asked her if she would be ok with trying other cuisines. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She said she loved to try various cuisines and only took me to Indian restaurants because she thought that’s what I preferred.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This time, I picked a fancy restaurant in my continuing effort to seduce her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Over dinner, I said, “can I ask you a personal question?” <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Sure,” she said taking a sip of her wine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Please don’t take it the wrong way Deepa,” I said, “and it’s ok if it’s too personal and you don’t want to answer, but I have been wondering about it ever since the dinner at your place.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Nothing works,” she said, eyes down, clearly awkward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“You were wondering about his man parts weren’t you?” she asked, “it’s only natural to wonder about it and no, I don’t mind you asking. Ever since the accident, nothing neck down works. Even if I were to try and assist, he wouldn’t even feel it for it to get up. Trust me, I have tried.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As she was saying this, I was imaging her full lips wrapped around my erect shaft and her giving me a mind blowing blowjob. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wondered if she liked the taste of cum and liked to swallow. I would love for her to drink my cum. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I had a raging boner and was thankful for the table between us hiding my arousal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I am so sorry to hear that,” I said and went silent, the unspoken question hanging between us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Thank you for not asking, though I wouldn’t have minded if you did. A girl does have needs even if her husband doesn’t, and I have to take care of them myself. A small investment at a sex store and I found my giant little vibrating best friend in bed. I am sorry if that is too much info.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fuck! What a revelation. <\/p>\n\n\n

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I was imagining her dildo deep inside her pussy, vibrating away giving her the joy a man’s hard cock should, and her pretty face making expressions of pleasure as her vibrator drove her closer and closer to a climax and finally, her contented scream of pleasure as her body was rocked by her orgasm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I nearly came right there in the restaurant imagining Deepa’s naked body shaking in an orgasm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I placed my hand over hers in a reassuring way, “I can totally understand. As you know, my wife refused to accompany me here and like you, even I have had to take matters into my own hands.” I left unsaid the last three words of that sentence going through my mind — ‘while imagining you’. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

That day, an invisible wall between us came down. It was now ok to share intimate details of our lives with each other. Of course, I was the one doing most of the sharing initially, but soon she started sharing too. I tried to make our night time chats more and more sexual. In my mind, it was my cock she would be imagining when she used the dildo after our chat ended.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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About four months after my arrival in Toronto, during a company team building outing, I saw the other side of Deepa.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

By the time everyone gathered at the office and an entourage of cars took off and reached the man-made lake formed by the largest hydro-electric project in the country, it was close to noon — probably the warmest time of the day to have fun in the fresh lake water. <\/p>\n\n\n

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It was also the worst torture my horny self endured.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was a struggle hiding my erection as I watched her first dip her feet in the water and then her legs up to her knees and before long, seeing our colleagues drag her into the waves till she was completely drenched.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What struck me as I watched her enjoy the waters with our colleagues was the transformation her personality went through.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Gone was the subdued, shy woman carrying the burden of the world on her shoulders and out came the vibrant, full of life, bubbly girl that she probably was at her core before life dealt her a rough deal after another.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If the everyday conservative Deepa was a desirable woman, the live wire Deepa was pure erotica.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just her smile brought a mischievous twinkle to her eyes that made her so much sexier.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Watching her wet clothes cling to her body made me jealous of her clothes. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wanted to be the one wrapped around her body. I wanted to be the one entering her pussy instead of her dripping wet panties. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wanted to peel her soaking wet clothes off her body one by one before taking her right there on the banks of the lake in front of the entire company, with our colleagues cheering me on as I pounded her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I imagined the entire company clapping and applauding when I exploded in her depths filling her pussy full of my cum. Of course, what I wanted wasn’t what I did. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

When she finally came out of the water, shivering in the cold, her body full of goosebumps, it took my torture to a whole new level.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My eyes followed her as she and a few of the other female colleagues giggled and laughed, heading to where we had left our luggage. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

My eyes were glued to her dripping wet body as she grabbed her duffle bag and headed to the rest rooms — clearly to change — with her female colleagues, continuing to laugh and joke and have fun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I suspected this ‘alive’ Deepa was the one that came to the surface in bed during sex — or used to before her husband’s accident. I imagined her enthusiastically participating full of energy during sex, even taking charge and getting what she wanted till her body was content.<\/p>\n\n\n

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I pictured her naked, riding my cock, her tits bouncing inches from my mouth, driving both of us to mutual pleasure. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just as both of us were about to cum, I imagined her begging me to empty my seed deep in her womb and give her another baby. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I imagined her husband watching his wife begging me to breed her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I imagined him egging me on to fuck his wife hard and deep till I emptied load after load of my fertile sperm into her depths.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When they all returned from the rest rooms, we decided to go to the cafe there and get some refreshments.<\/p>\n\n\n

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We were surprised to find fresh coconut water (probably imported from India or Sri Lanka) on the menu. Deepa and I were the only two who ordered it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As she sucked water out of a coconut (probably imported from India), I imagined sucking on her nipples and savoring her milk. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I imagined tasting the fluids out of her pussy before filling it up with my own fluids out of my cock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This went on throughout the day as we went to a few other attractions nearby. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

While she enjoyed the day with her colleagues, I enjoyed watching her with a perpetual erection in my pants.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She tortured me all day long and I had aching balls by the time — as was the norm by now — I drove her to her place at the end of the day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Come in for some chai na,” she asked getting out of the car. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Getting out of the car, I locked it and followed a few steps behind her. <\/p>\n\n\n

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I admired her swaying hips and ass as she first walked up the stairs in front of me, then fiddled in her purse for her keys, bent forward and opened the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As horny as I was and as much as my balls were aching, it took a monumental effort to resist the urge to caress her butt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Instead, I closed the door behind me as she headed off to check on her husband who was asleep in his wheelchair in front of the TV.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Make yourself comfortable,” she said heading towards the kitchen. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I heard the sound of pots, then running water and then the stove being turned on. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She stepped out of the kitchen moments after that and headed towards the bedroom saying, “let me change and check on the baby real quick while the water boils.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When the kettle started whistling, she called out from the bedroom, “Can you turn the gas off please?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No problem, take your time,” I said getting up from the couch where I was sitting opposite her husband. <\/p>\n\n\n

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I found milk in the refrigerator and added it along with tea leaves (she had left the containing of tea next to the stove) to the boiling water and then turned the stove off. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I made two cups of tea and returned to the living room with them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Sorry I took so long…. had to feed the baby,” I heard behind me as I was setting the cups on the coffee table. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

When I stood up, she was walking towards me from the bedroom, her hand on one breast, adjusting her boob in her extra long tee-shirt that went half way down to her knees (probably her husband’s).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As she took her hand off her boob, I noticed a wet spot on her tee-shirt where her milk had leaked. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She clearly had not bothered to wear a bra, because her other nipple strained against the fabric.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As I took the couple steps to close the gap between us, her eyes followed mine and noticed the milk stain on her top.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her head stayed facing down and I knew she had turned a beet red as she realized what had happened and what I was staring at.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Reaching her, I lifted her face up. Pulling her to me, I kissed her.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Her body tensed in my arms at first before I heard her sigh and open her mouth for my tongue, her body relaxing. She held me and responded to the kiss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Reaching behind her, I lifted the tee-shirt up above her waist and cupped both her ass cheeks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She moaned in my mouth as we took turns sucking on each others’ tongues. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I spread her ass cheeks and explored the valley between them with my fingers till I reached her butt hole — she wasn’t wearing panties either. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I started squeezing her naked butt cheeks while devouring her mouth hungrily. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lifting her tee-shirt higher with one hand, I caressed her all over her back while continuing to kiss her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

After a while, I moved the hand that was caressing her back to the front.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Pulling the edge of her tee-shirt down, I freed the breast that had leaked from its confines.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I started playing with her nipple with my fingers while squeezing a butt with the other hand. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I pulled the other side of her shirt down as well, now expositing both her breasts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The fact that I was kissing her and feeling her body right in front of her husband wasn’t lost on me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

It turned me on so much that I had to let her know. <\/p>\n\n\n

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Squeezing her naked butt, I pulled her into me, pressing my erection against her pussy. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I lifted the front of her tee-shirt up to her belly and started grinding my jeans-clad erection against her nakedness <\/p>\n\n\n\n

When she moaned in my mouth, was a half-sigh like a distant memory of how good a hard cock felt rubbing against her pussy. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Almost unconsciously, her hand went down and acknowledged my arousal by rubbing my erection over my jeans. I was hoping her hand would unzip and unbutton my jeans and reach in for my member. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

When that didn’t happen even after a few minutes, I decided I would have to make the next move too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was about to strip his wife naked, milk her breasts and fuck her right in front of him. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The only regret was that he was asleep. I wanted him to watch her feed me her milk while my cock fed her pussy load after load of cum.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Her breath got more ragged and her moans and kissing more urgent as I pinched the nipple that had leaked milk. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A drop of milk leaked out and covered my fingers and Deepa groaned in pleasure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My other hand was squeezing her ass cheek as I devoured her mouth hungrily. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I kissed her all over her neck while squeezing milk out of her breast. Her moans of pleasure got louder as milked leaked out of her nipple covering my fingers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was aching to see her nipples, lick them and suck her warm milk from them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She held on to me for dear life, and pulled my head up and kissed me hard, sucking on my tongue passionately while one hand went between my legs and started stroking my erection over my jeans. <\/p>\n\n\n

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I moved the hand squeezing her butt forward and slid a finger up and down her pussy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She was already wet. Opening her, I slid a finger into her, making her gasp with pleasure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A whisper of “God yessss….” escaped her lips as she experienced the pleasure of a man entering her after too long a time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

While continuing to suck on her tongue, I entered her with a second finger and soon both my fingers were covered in her wetness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I started moving in and out of her slowly and her body instinctively responded as her hips started moving back and forth in rhythm with my fingers.<\/p>\n\n\n

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I was about to break the kiss and suck milk out of her tits when her husband coughed in his sleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was like Deepa was brought out of a trance. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She pushed me back, slid the edge of her teeshirt down to cover her lower nakedness and covered her naked breasts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“This is wrong,” she said covering her face with her hands, “I am so sorry, but this is so wrong.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I am sorry Deepa,” I said, trying to recover the moment, worried about an HR complaint getting filed tomorrow, “I don’t know what came over me.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Please leave,” she said, her hands crossed across her breasts. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then she turned around and ran to the bedroom. I glanced down at the tea, untouched by either of us, before sighing and letting myself out, closing the door behind me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The next day at office, during lunch hour, I called her into my office.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“We need to talk,” I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She nodded, “I know it was a moment of weakness. I know you miss your wife and last night we both nearly made a big mistake.”<\/p>\n\n\n

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“I was about to say,” I said nodding to let her know I agreed with her, “is that, mistake or not, last night was beautiful.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yes it was,” she said blushing, “but it was still a mistake. A beautiful mistake but a mistake that can’t be repeated.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“We are friends right?” I asked and she nodded. “I know I am your boss and all that, but I don’t see it that way. I see you as my only friend in a foreign country, not as my subordinate.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I know,” she said and after a pause added with a naughty smile, “and you are my best ‘human’ friend too.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I also don’t believe lies form a good foundation of friendship, and nor do secrets, agreed?” She nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“So, if you won’t take it the wrong way, in the spirit of an honest friendship, I need to make a few confessions about last night.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Ok,” she said, tentatively.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“First,” I said holding up a finger, “I don’t regret last night. I think it was beautiful. You were beautiful. Mistake or not, it will remain one of the best memories I will carry about you.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She started to interrupt and I said, “please let me complete what I have to say. I may not be able to summon the courage to ever say it again.”<\/p>\n\n\n

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When she stayed silent, I continued holding up a second finger, “I couldn’t get you out of my mind even after leaving and had to relieve myself three times thinking about what last night could have been, before my balls stopped aching and I could sleep.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“The third is that you taste like heaven.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You like the taste of my mouth? My tongue?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yes that too,” I said smiling, “but as soon as I stepped out of your house, I licked my fingers.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her eyes went wide and she turned beet red as the realization of what I was saying registered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“The last thing I want to say is that I know you love your husband. I love my wife too. But we are both adults with needs that our life partners cannot fulfil. I understand if you think this is a mistake, but I do not. I am not asking you to divorce your husband and marry me. I want you to be happy and sexual happiness is part of happiness. As a friend who wants to see you happy, I would love to give you the pleasure your husband cannot.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No we cannot let last night happen again.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I respect that if that’s your decision,” I said, “but I wanted to place my cards on the table. As a friend, I didn’t want to lie to you and I am sure you wouldn’t ever lie to me either.”<\/p>\n\n\n

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After an awkward silence, she said, “I don’t want to lie to you either, so I am going to be as honest and transparent as you have been. You have been nothing but a gentleman and have been so nice to me. Honestly, I enjoyed last night too, maybe a bit too much. While your fingers were making my breast leak, I was wondering if you wanted to suck my tits next, hoping that you would like the taste and want to drain my breasts.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She paused and looked up and me wondering if she had shared too much. She must have felt reassured because she continued, “if Chris hadn’t coughed when he did, I probably would have cum around your fingers. I was that close. I haven’t been touched in the places that your hands went and I haven’t been kissed in so long that it was like rain on parched desert sand. After you left, I had to relieve myself too and when I thrust my other — non-human — best friend in and out of me, I imagined it was you inside me. I came twice back to back and couldn’t help wondering if you would like how my pussy tastes. You answered that last question in your confession and thank you. I am flattered.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She sighed and paused before continuing, “once the orgasms passed and I got in bed came the shame and guilt and I cried all night long.” Maybe she thought she was too honest and added, “It was a mistake. I can’t cheat on my husband and you shouldn’t cheat on your wife either.”<\/p>\n\n\n

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“I respect your decision and before we put last night behind us, I want to answer one question that was in your mind last night. When your husband coughed, I was about to break our kiss so I could suck your leaking nipple and taste your milk. I don’t know if I would like the taste, but I would have loved to find out. If you ever change your mind, you know I am here to replace your non-human best friend and maybe help you drain your breasts. Who knows, I may stop buying milk after that.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We both half smiled and half laughed awkwardly at that, agreed to put last night behind us and move forward as colleagues, and more importantly, as friends.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

While I had told her that I respected her decision, I was not ready to give up. If anything, my determination to bang her only grew now after hearing her confession.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Over the following weeks and months, I would drop double-meaning hints and flirt with her. Initially, she objected in an understanding way, but over time, I guess she figured harmless flirting wasn’t too bad given how lonely we both were on the physical front. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I made the flirting progressively sexual and after another ‘talk’ where she started off upset at my sexual inuendo, I convinced her that it was the lapse of a deprived man and the memory of the most beautiful night that caused me to slip up. Over time, we arrived at a mid-way compromise.<\/p>\n\n\n

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The fact that we both were sexually deprived was established. That we imagined each other while pleasuring ourselves was also established and she had confessed that I had become a regular part of her imaginations when she helped herself to an orgasm. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

So, we agreed that we would help each other through chat telling each other what we imagined the other was doing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If she told me she was feeding the baby, I would reply <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I wish you were feeding me too.” <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“The baby is feeding from just one. You could feed off the other one that’s feeling left out right now.” she would reply<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Some day” I would say.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“In your dreams,” she’d say. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh you are in my dreams every single day,” I would reply, ” and I have to take matters into my own hands multiple times thinking about you.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It soon progressed to masturbating on voice calls.<\/p>\n\n\n

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When she was masturbating, I would tell her how I was eating her pussy or how I was fingering her or how my shaft was moving in and out of her…and she would imagine I was doing it while her dildo did the actual work.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She would tell me how she was feeling and when she told me she was about to cum, I would tell her I was cumming too while imagining I was shooting my load into her pussy, filling her full of my cum.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We stayed up all night many times pleasuring each other again and again. I counted seven as the most number of orgasms she’d said she had while chatting with me. <\/p>\n\n\n

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I told her I had cum five times while chatting with her and she refused to believe I had cum more than twice. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I told her that if and when she changed her mind, I would prove it to her in person, because my offer was and would always be on the table and I was still curious about the taste of her milk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I tried to talk her into doing it on video calls, but she just refused to let me see her naked. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

That’s where she drew the line. Till last new year’s eve that is.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The weekend before new year’s eve, I made one more pass at her after dinner at her place. I got as far as kissing her, but when I placed a hand on her breast, she pushed me back and asked me to leave because, in her words, ‘if I didn’t stop now, I won’t be able to stop you from doing everything you and I have both imagined.’<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We had an argument the next day and I confessed to wanting her more than ever. She said she felt the same way and her body wanted to feel me in her depths more than anything, and she had been tempted to quench my curiosity about the taste of her milk, but she just couldn’t bring herself to cheat on her husband. The entire week was spent with me trying to change her mind just for one night, and her shutting me down in spite of conceding that it wasn’t easy for her to say no because every inch of her body ached to be loved and wanted me to be the one.<\/p>\n\n\n

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We had a new years eve party at the office and Deepa looked absolutely ravishing in a dress.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You are looking stunning today, Deepa,” I said to her on the drive back to her place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Thank you,” she said blushing, “you don’t look too bad yourself.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You have no idea how bad my balls are aching right now,” I said laughing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“And you have no idea how wet I am,” she said blushing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Then why don’t we give in to what both our bodies want? Just tonight.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No Jai,” she said, “I want you so bad, but that’s a line I can’t cross.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Ok then,” I said stopping the car. We were stopped in front of a hotel just one turn away from her place. She had a confused look on her face as I shut the car down and turned to face her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You see that intersection up there?” she nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“If you turn left there, your place is the second house.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I know where my house is,” she said the confusion on her face growing.<\/p>\n\n\n

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I got out of the car and closed the door. Not sure what I was doing, she also got out of the car. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Why are we getting out?” she asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Because I have booked a room for two here,” I said handing her a room key and pointing to the hotel. “You can either go straight, turn left and go home, or come up to room 201 and spend the night with me. Your choice.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I can’t Jai.” she said but took the room key from my extended hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Your choice,” I said, “but I am going to check in, go to my room and imagine you are there too as I try to relieve this pain in my balls.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Jai!!!!” she hissed as I turned and headed towards the hotel, “how can you just leave me here?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Once I got to my room, I looked out of the window. She was pacing back and forth by my car. I kept watching as she kept pacing. Every now and then, she would stop and look either in the direction of her house or turn and look towards the hotel entrance. Maybe after about 5 or 10 minutes of this, she seemed to have made up her mind and headed towards the hotel.<\/p>\n\n\n

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I smiled, stripped naked and got in bed. My cock sprang up, partially erect when I got rid of my jeans and underwear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A couple minutes later, I heard the door unlatch. Pulling the sheets up to my hips and covering my cock, I started stroking myself. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Took a wrong turn?” I asked when she entered the room and closed the door behind her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“My morals lost the battle to my body,” she said, “besides, I had to punish you for leaving a lady standing by herself on the road at night.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She kicked off her shoes and crawled on to the bed. Her eyes went wide when she pulled the sheet down and saw my cock for the first time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You are even bigger than my husband,” she gasped, “and he is a hung black guy.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“See what you have been missing out on?” I asked continuing to stroke myself. Precum was already leaking out the tip of my cock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She pushed my hand off my cock and wrapped her fingers around it.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Her eyes locked on to mine, she bent forward and licked the precum off the tip of my cock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Fuck!” she said, “I have wanted to taste you so bad, you have no idea.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Like it?” I asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“The appetizer is nice,” she said licking her lips, “waiting to taste the main dish.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She sucked on the head of my cock before licking the tip again. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I am not going to last Deepa,” I said groaning, “at least not the first time. My balls are aching and I have been hard for hours. Stop now if you don’t intend to stay the night and let me fulfil all my fantasies.”<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Who got you blue balls?” she said naughtily, licking my shaft from base to tip, “some chick at the office you have the hots for?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yes,” I groaned, “she has tormented me all year round.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Poor thing,” she said starting to stroke me, “mind if I take her place tonight? I promise to try and let you live your fantasies, if you can get it up again that is.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Before I could reply, she took my cock in her mouth and started sucking while continuing to stroke me with her hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh FUCK!!!!” I groaned.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Someone looks happy to see me.” she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Again, before I could say anything, she cupped my balls with one hand and squeezed gently, while continuing to suck me and stroke me with the other hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh God,” I groaned, “I am going to cum Deepa.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Even before I had finished my sentence, she took me as deep in her mouth as she could, increasing the pace at which she was stroking me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I screamed in pleasure, shooting my load down her throat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She swallowed hungrily, continuing to milk my cock with her hand and mouth. For close to a minute, I fed her my cum, some of which trickled out of her mouth and down her chin.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Yummy!” she said swallowing the last of my cum once I was spent. She scooped up and licked the cum that had leaked out of her mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She crawled up my body and kissed me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I have wanted to taste your cum ever since that night at my place.” she said finally when we broke the kiss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“So tell me about this chick from office.” she said propping herself on her elbows on my bare chest, her fingers playing with my chest hair and nipples.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“It’s not polite to talk about another woman when you are in bed with a lady you know.”<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Where was this politeness when you left me on the road.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I am sorry for doing that,” I said, “but my balls were aching too bad and I felt you needed to decide what you wanted.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“So what now?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’d rather show you,” I said and kissed her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

As our tongues met, I reached around her and unzipped her dress.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sliding her dress off her shoulder, I kissed every inch of exposed skin. Then I did the same with the other shoulder. Inch by inch, I slid her dress lower, kissing and licking her all over her neck and upper torso.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pulling the dress below her breasts, I cupped her bra covered boobs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Fuck, you are gorgeous Deepa,” I said admiring her milk filled breasts before kissing and licking her all over her exposed cleavage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Reaching behind her, I unhooked her bra. She took it off as I wrapped my mouth around the nipple that had leaked that night at her place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She groaned, closing her eyes and throwing her head back as milk squirted out of her nipple into my mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n

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I let go of her nipple to admire her beauty while caressing her other breast. I watched the drop of milk trickle down her breast into my fingers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She opened her eyes, probably thinking I didn’t like the taste of her milk. I was grinning at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“One curiosity is settled,” I said, “it’s more delicious than my wildest imagination.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Thank you,” she said blushing as I resumed sucking on her nipple, “I was hoping you would say that. They’re all yours tonight.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Squirt after delicious squirt erupted out of her nipple and she moaned with pleasure as I fed on her milk till her breast was completely drained. Then I did the same with the other.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Fucking delicious,” I said licking my lips, “best tasting milk I have ever tasted. If this wasn’t for just tonight, I would have certainly stopped buying milk.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We both laughed. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Deepa had been stroking my spent cock while I was draining her boobs. She had also managed to slide out of her dress and discarded her bra. Only her panties remained between me and the heaven I wanted to enter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Really liked it didn’t you?” She said running her fingers through my hair, “didn’t even leave a drop for my baby.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Loved it and I will most certainly want more but I promise to leave some for your daughter before I let you go home.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then, spreading her legs, I added, “The only part of you that I think tastes even better is what I have been aching to taste ever since I tasted my fingers that night at your place.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As much as I wanted to fuck her, I wanted to take my time. I wanted tonight to be so irresistible for her that she would not want to stop after tonight.<\/p>\n\n\n

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I kissed her all over her panties, licking her up and down her opening over her underwear. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She grabbed my hair and pulled me into her, moaning with pleasure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I kissed and licked her all along the edge of her panties, especially all along her groin before licking her over her panties some more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Stop teasing me,” she groaned, “take them off, please.”<\/p>\n\n\n

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Grinning at her, I pulled her panties down, exposing her pussy. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She had shaved — for me, I hoped though I also knew she had no intentions of surrendering her body to me till I forced her to make a choice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I caressed her pussy mouth, “fuck, your pussy is almost as gorgeous as you are,” I said. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You know what to say to a woman don’t you?” she said grinning, “and for that, she’s all yours to enjoy to your heart’s content, just for tonight.”<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Oh I intend to enjoy her all night long,” I said and pulled her panties down her legs, taking them off completely. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

They were soaking wet with a combination of her wetness and my saliva. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I made a show of smelling them and licked the inside of her panties where her pussy would have been.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“There’s more in my pussy once you are done with my panties,” she said giggling, “I think I told you I have been wet most of the evening.”<\/p>\n\n\n

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“There’s all night to savor the most delicious thing I have ever tasted,” I said admiring her glistening wet pussy. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The MILF I had fantasized about all year long was finally completely naked before me, and I intended to fuck her again and again, all night long sating both our sexual hunger like life was to end tomorrow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Ever since that night, I have wanted you to cum in my mouth.” I said admiring her nakedness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I know,” she said grabbing my hair and pulling me into her pussy, “you have missed no chance to let me know how much you wanted to eat my pussy till I came in your mouth. Tonight, eat me and make me cum in your mouth as much as you want, I won’t stop you.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I will remind you of that when you beg me to stop,” I said opening her pussy lips with my fingers, “hello beautiful finally we meet.”<\/p>\n\n\n

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With that, I slid my tongue into her depths, tasting her heavenly wetness that I had last tasted on my fingers months ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh maaa….” she moaned as I started flicking my tongue inside her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

While continuing to probe her pussy with my tongue, I started rubbing her clit with my thumb, driving more wetness into her pussy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Feed me your honey beautiful,” I said into her pussy before sucking on her swollen clit.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Aaaahhhh… yessss,” she groaned as I devoured her pussy, licking and sucking passionately and occasionally biting her clit gently and sucking on her pussy lips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her moaning grew progressively louder as I ate her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She soon started arching her back and thrusting her hips driving her pussy into my mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I used to enjoy eating my wife to orgasm, but there’s some other level of pleasure when it is some else’s wife that’s inching closer and closer to orgasming in your mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she was muttering, going louder and louder as her orgasm approached. I started drilling her pussy with my fingers while sucking on her clit.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Oh fuck, I am cummmingggg….” she screamed, erupting in my mouth, shooting fountains out of her pussy for me to drink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I drank her honey straight from the source, wrapping my mouth around her pussy. She kept squirting for close to a minute before her orgasm passed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Incredible,” I said licking my lips, “I want more,” and drove my tongue back into her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Once again,” she said gasping and smiling, “good answer, I was hoping you’d say that and not get disgusted after I squirted in your mouth.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Are you kidding me?” I said licking my lips, “keep cumming like that and I could eat you all night long.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Nobody is going to stop you tonight.” she said, “I know it’s not polite to talk about my husband right now, but as much as he thought my squirts were erotic, and as much as he loved to lick my pussy to orgasm, he didn’t like to drink my squirts like you just did. So, you win round one.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I ate her pussy for well over an hour making her erupt in three more squirting orgasms, devouring her cum right out of her pussy each time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

By now, I was rock hard and eager to fuck her.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Since you said she’s all mine tonight, and since you said I could enjoy her to my heart’s content, I am not going to bother with the condoms I purchased in hope, and I am not going to pull out either,” I said rubbing my hardness against her opening, lubricating it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You are saying all the right things today aren’t you?” she said smiling and gasped as I pushed into her depths, “I have been aching to feel your cum flood my pussy for so long that I would have felt insulted if you had gone for a condom.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh I have to prove to you that I can cum over 5 times, remember?” I said, “so rest assured you are going to feel that again and again, all night long.”<\/p>\n\n\n

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Lifting one leg high, I entered her. In spite of having birthed a child and being so lubricated having cum in my mouth four times, she was incredibly tight. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Fuck, you are so tight, Deepa,” I moaned as I started moving in and out of her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bending forward, I kissed her. I was now fucking her mouth with my tongue and her pussy with my cock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Wow! Jai, you are huge,” she moaned when we broke the kiss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Harder, Jai, harder,” she groaned as I drilled her, going faster and deeper in to her with each stroke.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Holding her hands above her head, I started plowing her hard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yes, yes, yes,” she kept saying as I hammered in and out of her like a steam engine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ten minutes later, her body was rocked by another orgasm and I kept fucking her through it, making it last.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Another ten or so minutes later, she was approaching yet another orgasm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her pussy muscles started contracting, miking my cock and driving me over the edge.<\/p>\n\n\n

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I shot my load into her, just as her orgasm hit. Her toes curled and she wrapped her legs around my back, pulling me into her as rivers of cum flooded her depths.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Happy new year gorgeous,” I said kissing her once I was spent, my cock still buried inside her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Happy new year to you too,” she said, “that was the best sex of my life by a long way.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“It’s only the beginning beautiful,” I said, “the night is still young and I have waited too long for this to be satisfied with cumming in you just once.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Like I said before,” she said smiling, “she’s all yours tonight, fill her with your cum as many times as want to.”<\/p>\n\n\n

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We fucked like animals through the night. I drained her breasts two more times and creamed her pussy five more times by the time dawn started breaking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Unbelievable,” she said as we lay cuddled, panting heavily and catching our breath, our hands exploring each others’ naked bodies, “Chris couldn’t never do it more than three times in a night.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I am glad you enjoyed it Deepa,” I said kissing her, “I know it wasn’t easy for you, so thank you for everything — from your delicious milk, to your even more delicious orgasms to not asking me to stop even once. You are just incredible and I could keep going all day if you didn’t have to go home.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I know,” she said, “and believe me, I wish we could keep going all day, but I have a husband and baby to take care of too.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My only regret about the night was that her husband wasn’t there to watch me cream his wife’s pussy six times in a night. Maybe next time I will convince her into letting me fuck her in their bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Almost as if she had read my mind, she turned to face me. <\/p>\n\n\n

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She smiled and kissed my lips before saying, “As mind blowing as it was, you know it can’t happen again right? I am a married woman, and you have a wife.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I know,” I said kissing her back, “but how do I convince this heart and this cock that wants more? How do I go without the most delicious quirting orgasms I have ever tasted?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I hear you Jai,” she said, “how do I convince my pussy that she won’t be getting the best sex of her life again? But there are sacrifices we have to make for family.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We fucked one more time in the shower before getting dressed. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I walked her home before returning to check out and drive over to my place — my mind not willing to accept that this was just a one night stand and wondering how to convince her into doing an encore, preferably while her husband watched.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The answer to that puzzle came a month later when I found her sobbing at her desk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“What’s wrong?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Nothing.” she said, “I am ok.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Come,” I said pointing at my office, “tell me about it.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It took some coaxing, but finally she poured her heart out, sobbing uncontrollably. <\/p>\n\n\n

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The guilt of having cheated on her husband was eating at her soul and she finally told him what she had done. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was livid and they had a massive fight. He called her all kinds of names and refused to even talk to her after that day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Today, she had received divorce papers from her husband’s attorney.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I held her while she cried. I had a different perspective. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

After his accident, his sex life had ended but that wasn’t her fault. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

While it wasn’t fair on him, it wasn’t like he wanted it but couldn’t get it. He had no control over his body anymore and just couldn’t have sex.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To expect his wife to suffer the same thing while she was both capable of and needing physical pleasure was just cruel. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

But this wasn’t the time to say that to her, so I just let her vent and held her to comfort her through her pain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

However, as days passed, I started planting the seeds of my perspective in her mind. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Before long, I had convinced her that he was a narcissistic heartless villain ruining her life because his own was ruined, which wasn’t fair on her and actually tantamounted to suppression of a spouse. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The new year had brought new beginnings in her life and if she continued to deprive her body of the pleasure she deserved, she couldn’t really blame her husband, fate or life. She was ultimately responsible for her choices and so the blame for her deprivation would lie only on her. <\/p>\n\n\n

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She finally relented to letting me drain her breasts during lunch time, “it’s not much, but I know it gives you pleasure and I have missed that delicious milk, so it would be a win-win” was my argument.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“If you are ok with just that and no more, I guess that would be fine. I won’t have to pump anymore them like I do after lunch and I hate doing that anyway,” she said finally agreeing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When I complained that it would be torture for my cock, she reluctantly agreed to giving me a blowjob and letting me cum in her mouth to relive the pressure on my balls.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That became our daily routine for exactly one week. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

When I started caressing her pussy while feeding on her milk one day, she didn’t stop me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She didn’t stop me when I moved her panties aside and started finger-fucking her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She didn’t stop me even when I removed and pocketed her panties and lifted her skirt above her hip so I could finger her pussy better.<\/p>\n\n\n

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When she approached her orgasm, she didn’t stop me from wrapping my mouth around her pussy for her to feed me her squirting orgasm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But she wouldn’t let me fuck her and sucked me till I fed her my cum. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I have been tasting your yummy cum all these days, so thought it was only fair that you got to taste mine, as much as you liked it last time,” was her logic. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

‘Whatever floats your boat and helps you cope with your guilty conscience’ I thought.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That then that became our new routine that lasted till my birthday a couple months later. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

When she asked me what gift I wanted, I didn’t hesitate to say ‘all of you.’<\/p>\n\n\n

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She didn’t say no and I ended up creaming her pussy three times back to back during an extended 3-hour long lunch break. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

It started with me draining her breasts and eating her pussy to a squirting orgasm before I was allowed to put my hardness into my ‘special birthday treat’.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“My pussy missed your cock and cum,” she said as I watched her put her discarded clothes back on a good ten or so minutes after I finally pulled out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“My cock missed your pussy,” I said “and as a memory of the best ever birthday gift, I am going to keep your panties for my cock to cum in on those long ‘help yourself’ nights that I miss you the most.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She pouted, pretending to be upset at that, but neither did she insist I return her panties, nor did she argue with me about it. As a result, she ended up spending the second half of the day with my cum leaking down her thighs.<\/p>\n\n\n

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For her birthday a month later, I invited her over to my place for dinner because I had lots of special gifts for her mouth and pussy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Ask your nanny to stay the night,” I said with a wink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We ended up recreating new year’s night all over again and she even let me fuck her ass — the first man to ever do so according to her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

After that, it wasn’t hard to convince her to come over for a night of non-stop sex at least once or twice a week. <\/p>\n\n\n

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One morning, after I had creamed a pussy six times through the night, we were talking about how unfair and cruel her husband was being for depriving her of what life had deprived him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If he was so determined to end the marriage and punish her for something that wasn’t her fault, maybe it was time for her to not just let him know, but let him actually watch how much fun she was having.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It took some convincing, but after one undeserved verbal lashing from her husband, she agreed to teach him a lesson he wouldn’t forget. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The first time we had sex in her bed was on a Friday evening. We gagged his mouth so he wouldn’t scream or create a scene. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I made her dress up in full bridal attire and we celebrated her second suhaag raat of sorts with her husband watching.<\/p>\n\n\n

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He stayed up all night watching me milk his wife, eat her through orgasm after squirting orgasm and fill all her three holes with cum multiple times.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That weekend, we fucked day and night making him watch me take his wife again and again as she begged me to fuck her harder and deeper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On Monday morning, after I left, he told her it was the most incredible show he had seen and asked her to continue. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He assured her that he need not be gagged and wouldn’t create a scene.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That started a new chapter in our lives and I was spending more nights in their bed, fucking her at least 5-6 times each night and depositing 10-15 loads of cum inside all her holes from Friday evening to Monday morning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The inevitable happened at the end of February when she missed her periods. I continued fucking her through her pregnancy till it was no longer safe to have our kind of manic sex. She gave birth to a baby boy in November and their divorce got finalized a couple weeks later.<\/p>\n\n\n

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She moved in at my place after their divorce.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She was now feeding two babies and one adult and getting mind blowing sex almost everyday.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Last night too, we brought in the new year by recreating our first night together — fucking relentlessly all night long.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was just about to drift away to sleep this morning when my phone rang. I got off the bed, and walked to the window to answer it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Who was it?” she asked, turning to face me in bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“My wife,” I said tossing the phone on the bed, “called to wish me happy new year.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I feel so bad that I am enjoying her husband instead of her.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No need to feel bad Deepa,” I said getting back in bed and kissing her, “I guess she needed new beginnings too. The other reason she called was to inform me that she was pregnant.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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