Hello, guys! Vikrant from Mumbai is here. I’m here to tell you about something that happened to me last year. I go to the gym on a regular basis, am 25 years old, and am 6’1″ tall. All characters’ names have been changed.
Because my friend Riya was having a birthday party, I went out with my group. There were three boys and two girls among us. However, I was also informed that one of Riya’s elders would accompany us.
Shilpa was her name. She was going through a divorce and was 27 years old. She was married for one year, but things did not go as planned. I was informed) As a result, we settled in, Riya introduced me to her, and everyone greeted her.
She kept gazing at me throughout the party, for no apparent reason. Our conversation began in this manner.
S: Regards, Vikrant. I was informed by Riya that you are an entrepreneur with a set up.
Me: She is false. I am not an entrepreneur. I only have a modest setup. I make enough money to get by.
S: Don’t be shy. A businessman is someone who owns a business.
Me: Well, I appreciate your comments. What are you doing?
S: I am a senior executive at an MNC called “XYZ.”
Me: Okay, so how does the 9-to-5 work environment treat you? Is it okay?
S: Not really; when I get bored and worn out, I sometimes leave with Riya. If not, I would rather remain alone. You guys treated me so well, even though you knew I was going through a divorce, so I’m grateful for that.
Me: I apologize for that. But getting out of a toxic relationship is good, right?
S: Definitely. Otherwise, if I were married, how could I talk to such a handsome man?
Me: Again, thank you, but you’re also beautiful.
As a result, the discussion came to an end there, and we resumed our daily routines. I received a text message at midnight from an unknown number after two days. I realized it was Shilpa when I saw her picture.
S: Vikrant, how are you doing?
Me: Yes, tell me about yourself.
S: Nothing much, just attempting to converse. I’m drained Me: The inappropriate time to text. I was carrying out something S: Ah, I forgot about the time. You may carry on with your session Me: I meant to say that I was working S: I believed you were assisting yourself. You can text me in that case.
Me: What is your intent?
S: Since I had fantasized about you proposing to me after the party, I was eager to text you: What exactly? I should have been informed then.
S: What action would you have taken?
Me: I would treat you better than your ex-husband in ways you can’t even imagine.
S: Tomorrow I can take a day off. You are welcome to visit my house, where I live alone.
I controlled myself that night and went to sleep in the hope that the next day I would get in her pants. I texted her the following day and arrived at her location at 11 a.m. When she opened the door, she was still wearing her nightgown. She drew me in and embraced me tightly.
She smiled as I got a big boner right away. I needed water, so she went into the kitchen. I hugged her from behind, went behind her, and started kissing her neck while my hands looked all over her body. She closed her eyes and let out a small moan.
S: You know how to get me excited.
Me: We should talk less.
To silence her, I kissed her. I carried her into her bedroom holding her in my arms. She got up, tied me to the wall, and took off all of my clothes. The way she behaved shocked me.
She removed my dick and, while looking me in the eye, began licking its tip. She asked me to hold her hair after she started sucking on it. After five minutes of intense sucking, I was about to cum. She noticed that and halted.
My turn came to repay the favor. I spread her legs, took off her shorts, and pushed her onto the bed. She was groaning heavily as I began to lick her inner thighs. I started eating her up as I flicked my tongue on her pussy.
She was acting insane. I climbed onto her and began sucking her boobs. I was turning her around to spank and lick her asshole while pinching her nipples. She groaned so loudly that her neighbors could hear her: My ex-husband never dined out with me.
Me: His loss, babe, because you taste so good.
She was so enraged that she pushed my head and sprayed me with all of her tears. In order for her to taste for herself, I went up to kiss her. She came on top of me, gave me a hard kiss, and guided my dick inside of her. S: She said it very close to my ears. Despite the fact that I have never permitted my husband to fuck me without a condom, I want you to do so without one. Hearing that made me even more resentful, and she felt that. She was yelling at me and bouncing. She screamed, “I’m about to cum,” as she was about to have her second orgasm. She then sprayed my dick with her juices the next instant. She collapsed on me as I sucked in her.
For two hours, we slept naked in each other’s arms. I got hard once more when she kissed me to wake me up. This time, as a missionary, I climbed on top of her, but she wrapped her legs around me so I couldn’t get away.
She was muttering heavily. When I entered her, my blood was rushing out. Never in my life have I cumulated as much. At 5 p.m., I left her home. Since then, we have kept in touch and have sex whenever we meet at her house.