Deepti is two years younger than me and very playful, always laughing at my jokes. She would have been my ideal life partner but her father had higher expectations for her. I had completed an MCA and joined as a fresher along with Deepti, who had done her engineering. I was 23 and she was 21. Working together every day, we were naturally attracted to each other. I’m 5’11”, slim, with toned muscles and fair skin. She’s about 5’5”, with a petite figure to match and the most amazing baby soft skin. Her complexion is golden, and she has dark eyes and silky soft hair till mid-back, with a blunt cut. Her eyes were big and sexy. She had a 34” bust and flat stomach with curvy hips. Once, during Holi, I had easily lifted her feather-light body. I doubt that she weighed more than 50 kilos. Before I could propose to her, she had announced her marriage. We both knew that there was something between us, but her father had made the decision. The man her father had picked out was definitely more qualified than I was- he was an engineer with an MBA from a top college. He even had plans to go to America. Four years after her marriage, we were on the same team once again. At the time, I had also just come out of a hot affair that ended a few months ago. During the post lockdown period, with limited office hours and staff, we had a lot of privacy. Deepti would come to work in her neatly pressed sarees, her step-cut hair nicely set, with light makeup, some kajal, and a subtle lip color. I couldn’t take my eyes off her exposed back and stomach visible in her saree. Once, when she caught my gaze, she said, “Jatin! Stop staring! Kya hua? Why are you acting so desperate?” I replied, “Nothing babe, you should’ve married me. Anyway, do you love him?” “Honestly, our romance died, yaar. I kept trying, but I found out he’s seeing another woman,” she said without any hesitation. “Then what’s the point? Why don’t you make yourself happy?” I asked her putting my left hand on her waist and adjusting the thick bangs across her forehead with my fingers. She thought for a minute and said, “Only if you won’t act like a baby. No talk about marriage and all.” “I promise,” I said and kissed her lips. She welcomed me with her tongue. We signed out and took an auto to a nearby mall. Very few people were around. I reminded her about my fantasy saying, “Please baby you know I like…” and she completed my sentence, “I know baba…” by squeezing my dick inside my pants with her fingers like a scissor. “God she’s such a keeper,” I thought to myself, adjusting my erection as I went straight to the pub at ground level. In less than an hour, Deepti was back, looking like a hot college girl. She was wearing a sleeveless tank top and below knee-length skirt. She had got a bob cut till her jaw that exposed her entire smooth neck. There was no sign of her being married. Her wedding ring, mangalsutra, and toe rings were off, probably somewhere in her handbag. She hugged me and I kissed her on her neck. She finished my beer and closed the tab. We took a cab to my apartment. It had been cleaned and arranged by the maid earlier. My roommate was sleeping on the sofa with the TV on. We walked into my room and locked the door. Deepti stripped in a flash and helped me take off my tight jeans. She pushed me into the bed and got on top. My dick was already standing up and I pulled out a condom from the side drawer. Deepti asked me if it was ok if we fucked without a condom. She asked me if I had been with other girls lately and I replied not since my breakup. So, that was settled. She said her hubby always used a condom even though she was on the pill. She put some saliva on my dick and rubbed the foreskin up and down a few times. Then, she sucked it once to make sure it was hard. She had spread her thighs around my hips and slowly inserted my dick in her pussy with one hand. It felt heavenly to enter the sweet cunt of my dreams. She was tight like a young girl. I kissed the ruby red nails on her pretty fingers while she went up and down a few times to check the strokes and adjusted her knees. We clasped hands. I was sucking whatever came close to my mouth, her lips, or her boobs. I bit her tits and squeezed her round melons until she shrieked, scratching me with pleasure. There was a hickey on her chest which would be impossible to hide if she went close to her husband. I slapped her ass and pinched it while trying to change positions, but it was too late. I’d started cumming inside her. She laughed like a slut, and I slapped her ass one more time before turning her around to fuck again. When we were done, we showered together and I reminded her that her pussy needed some maintenance. She went crazy with pleasure as I shaved her pussy lips and sucked her sweet cunt. Her juices started flowing again as I told her I could do this all night, teasing her clit with my tongue in the steam-filled shower. Deepti’s husband goes to work at night, so we’ve been having sex every evening. We even got each other’s first initial tattooed inside hearts. Her tattoo is on her hip and mine is at the base of my neck. The only time we stop having sex is when her pussy and my cock are swollen from too much rough sex. Recently, we used some lubricant and discovered the pleasure of anal sex. She is open to new ideas and even got her nipples pierced on a whim. Now, she’s always turned on and all it takes is a brush of my hand on her tits to make her super horny. One time, I texted her desperately for a quickie and we fucked right outside her flat in the staircase when her husband was watching TV. Our chemistry is mind-blowing. It’s like we were made for each other.
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