Punjabi Housewife Fucked By Sports Trainer
69 position, cheating wife, housewife

“Come on Amar, let’s take a cab from here. We have bought everything on the list, let’s go home… my legs are killing me,” I said. “Hang on Chaahat, let me get this one thing from the chemist. Just stand here with the bags. I’ll be back in a minute” said my husband with excitement and ran inside the chemist on the other side of the road. Meanwhile, I stood on the footpath with a lot of bags in hand. It was a Saturday evening and as a weekly routine, we were out to buy the grocery items from the market. While I stood there, I saw two college students, a girl and a boy, eating ice cream. They seemed to be having a good time together. The girl was eating a cone while the guy was eating a stick kulfi. At one point, the boy made the girl suck on his kulfi 🍢. She blushed as she opened her mouth to let him slide his thin long stick in. When he took it out, a droplet of milk tricked down from the end of her lip. The guy caught it midway and let her lick it from his finger. Be it knowingly or unknowingly, the act they were performing in public was very sexual. I don’t know about that girl but my underwear would be soaking wet if I were in her place. While being just an observer, I felt aroused in that instant. “Ah.. I miss the good old days…” I said to myself. As I continued to stalk the teenage couple, I went down a memory lane of my college days. I was very attractive, athletic, and very very sexually active back then. Since the day I learned about sex, my friends and I used to gather in empty classrooms and experiment with different sex positions. For improving my blowjob techniques, my boyfriend used to buy me kulfi sticks to suck on during every lunch break. I was so aroused that for a moment I thought of finding a dark corner and finger myself to orgasm. But I pulled myself back to present saying, “Stop it Chaahat, you left those days behind when you got married, eight years ago…Now you’re just a simple 28 years old housewife from Punjab.” It was taking longer than it should for my husband Amarjeet to return. But when he finally came, I was shocked. Just when I was missing my college days, a very important person from my past stood in front of me. It was my sports trainer Dilbaag Singh sir. He was a huge 6-feet tall hulking man with a thick beard and a turban. He didn’t seem even a day older than when I last saw him eight years ago. “Hello Chaahat, good to see you.” he greeted in his deep manly voice. I was so excited to see him that the moment he crossed the road, I ran and hugged him hard saying, “Hello, Singh sir.” While I was in the middle of a warm embrace, I realized how uncomfortable my husband must be at that moment. But it was too late! My breasts were pressed against Singh sir’s broad chest as I jumped to wrap my hands around his neck lifting my legs above the ground. I felt a sudden warmth around my lady parts. Slowly, I got down and moved apart while fixing my kurta. “You look well,” said Singh sir while giving an awkward smile. Even though he said that, I knew that he was disappointed with my appearance. During my college days, I was very muscular due to my rigorous sports routine. But after marriage, I lost all that muscle and became very skinny. I still look very good, people compliment me all the time, some even fantasize of fucking me, but I don’t always feel so good as I used to. My husband and I were supposed to take a cab after a short conversation with Singh sir on the roadside. But he insisted on dropping us home. “I’ve got a car. I can take you home,” he said. “Okay, sir,” my husband replied. “This way we can chat about our college days. Chaahat, missed you a lot,” my sports trainer said as both looked at me. I smiled, but I was not sure if we should spend more time with Singh sir. We have a past that I didn’t want to remember. Still, agreeing to the offer, I sat in the back seat while my husband sat next to Singh sir. The moment they got in, they started talking about the good old days. Amar was not into sports during the college days and I am not sure how much he knew Singh sir back then. Yet he tried to impress Singh sir with his cricket knowledge. Meanwhile, I quietly sat there behind them. From time to time, I could see Singh sir staring at me through the rearview mirror. His gaze was very sharp, steady and intimidating. For a moment, I felt as if he was seeing through my clothes. I felt naked so instinctively I raised my arm to cover my breasts. The same way, I covered my body when I stood naked in front of Singh sir the first time. I was a young 19-years-old virgin with recently matured breasts. As a trainer, he used to make us strip naked for stretching exercise. By ‘us’, I mean me and two other athletes Geet and Vicky. “There’s no need to be shy,” he used to say while removing my hand to see my breasts. “This is the first step to becoming a good athlete.” He would gently cup my boob while feeling my erect nipple. This would usually follow with hard pinches that would make me scream with pleasure. Remembering that time, I slipped my hand inside my dress to pinch my breast just the way he used to, just the way I learned to like. I popped out a boob to give him a quick view of my still attractive goods. While pinching myself several times, I bit my lip to avoid making sounds. Seeing me touch myself in the back seat, Singh sir smiled. While my husband continued to talk like a sports encyclopedia, Singh sir and I were silently having a conversation with our eyes. Unknowingly, some buried urges were slowly surfacing. When we reached home, it was close to dinner time. “You should stay with us tonight…or for dinner at least.” For some reason, Amar wasn’t done impressing him. Singh sir didn’t agree to it until I added, “Yes, please eat with us.” Next thing I know, they were having drinks on the open terrace when I brought food for them. While we sat to eat, somehow a guy named Vicky became the center of the conversation. Vicky was part of our athletic sports team and also my ex-boyfriend. “…Let me tell you, sir. Vicky was not a good boy for Chaahat. Even when he was in a relationship with my beautiful Chaahat, he was cheating on her by having sex with other classmates…” said Singh sir. Amar had already crossed his safe drinking limit and so he kept on talking endlessly. Meanwhile, Singh sir was still sane and silent. I lost my virginity to Vicky, my sports trainer knows that. Maybe that was why he raised this topic to celebrate the fact that he won me over my handsome ex Vicky. Little did he know that I wasn’t the innocent girl either. The first time I had sex with Vicky was in the gym. As a matter of fact, Singh sir had planned this. While we were young and attractive, we were also shy virgins. It was evening time and the gym was empty. I was wearing a simple white frock while Vicky wore boxer shorts. Both of us were so shy that despite Singh sir telling us to remove our remaining clothes, we stood there wearing our last shred of decency. Even just eight years ago, we didn’t have access to the internet in our region. So I was still curious why the thing between Vicky’s legs all of a sudden big. Vicky was the first one to bare it all. His foreskin was still covering the tip. Watching it suddenly got me excited as I took off my frock to stand naked in front of those guys. Singh sir smiled seeing both of us ready. He guided us through every step to get the most pleasure out of the sex we had the first time. He conducted many such sex training sessions. He made us try different sex positions from an old Kamasutra book to make us flexible and systematic while being wildly energetic. From time to time, my sports trainer would pinch my nipple or stick two fingers each in my pussy and butt hole simultaneously to show Vicky how to pleasure a woman. In response to his touch, I would moan very loudly to get Singh sir excited. Still, all this time, Singh sir never showed any interest in fucking me. During our sessions, I used to look at Singh sir. But he used to wear loose kurtas so that I won’t notice his erection. “Ah, the good old days…” I said to myself remembering those days while we ate. These trips to the past were bad as I was convincing myself to commit adultery. During dinner, I made several eye contacts with Singh sir to hint that I’m still interested in having sex with him. Even after dinner, Amar wasn’t willing to let sir go. Eventually, he agreed to stay overnight. After some time Amar was completely exhausted of words and started feeling drowsy. That’s when Singh sir and I finally got to talk. SINGH SIR: Look at you. You are so skinny. Did you stop exercising? ME: Of course. I’m married. I have other responsibilities now. SINGH SIR: You were so good at sports. Why did you give up? ME: You know why? The qualifying day for the intercollege tournament at Delhi… SINGH SIR: Yes that was quite unfortunate. ME: I won the qualifier race against Geet and yet they didn’t pick me. SINGH SIR: I understand. That was very wrong after all the things you did to convince the judges. Both of us smiled. Meanwhile, Amar who was half asleep was oblivious to what we were laughing about. Back during the qualifying race, Geet and I crossed the finish line at the same time. So there was a big discussion to decide who won the race as the person who wins will join the team going to Delhi. So, in order to persuade the judges, I caught each of them one by one in the men’s washroom and treated them with a blowjob. Following sir’s instructions, I stood naked in the guys’ toilet, in one of the cubicles. It was a chilly winter and he told me to finger myself to keep things warm. Whenever I saw a judge walk in to pee, I would step outside to surprise them. While they would stand there in shock, I would get on my knees to do the deed. On one judge’s request, I let him have my pussy then and there. Even when I was giving the judges blowjob, I saw Singh sir simply watching me in action from a gap in the wall. He felt no urge to come fuck me himself. “I guess I wasn’t persuasive enough,” I said to myself while getting up and picking all the dishes. “I’ll bring a pillow and a blanket for you to sleep here on the terrace,” I said and walked away. While washing the dishes. I couldn’t help but feel sad that Singh sir still wasn’t interested in me, to sleep with me. Just like during the college days. The last time I tried was after winning the qualifier race. I was very excited to go to Delhi. A week before we were supposed to leave I went to check on Singh sir. I waited outside the gym until he was alone. I saw Geet stepping out looking all sad and depressed. She must have been crying, begging to let her be on the team. “Better luck next time,” I said while patting her shoulder. The moment I stepped in, I casually took off my clothes and got naked in front of him. He was shocked to see me. He insisted on making me put on the clothes and leave. But, this time, I was determined to force him to fuck me. Using the tricks he taught me, I started seducing him. While rubbing his crotch area, I made him sit on a chair. I pulled his pants down. This was the first time I was going to see his penis and surprisingly he didn’t resist. I fantasized about this moment for a very long time imagining the size of his tool. I heard rumors that it was shockingly huge. So, when I finally saw it, I was disappointed. He wasn’t hard yet. I tried rubbing his penis seductively but nothing happened. Taking it in my mouth I started sucking it. But it was still soft. Singh sir was embarrassed as he pulled up his pants saying, “Sorry.” I didn’t know what to say. I was not ready to believe that Singh sir was impotent. Singh sir was my crush in college. I heard even more rumors from seniors that he fucked all the athletes who went for state-level tournaments from our college. Still, when it was my turn, he couldn’t get it hard. This was such bad luck for me that I was disqualified and Geet was selected instead for the Delhi tournament. They never gave me any reason for it. I was heartbroken. Back to the present, I was done washing dishes. I hoped at least now Singh sir would make a move. Suddenly I felt someone grabbing my butt from behind. “Not now Amar!” I yelled. But he continued to touch me, “I said not-” I turned while spilling some water on the man behind. It was Singh sir. “Do you still want what you wanted us to do back then?” he said while gently locating my pussy over the dress. Hearing him propose the idea of having sex made me blush. All of a sudden, I was the young teenager whose sexuality was awakened by her herculean trainer. He kept on rubbing my crotch area until he managed to slip in and touched my bare pussy. Immediately I jumped to french kiss him on his lips. I felt a bump in his pants when my body pressed against his crotch. I was relieved that there was nothing wrong with his dick. He carried me to the bedroom as I felt more aroused with every passing minute. He pinned me against the bedroom wall, pulled down my pajama and simply unzipped his pants to fuck me with a quickie. “Wait…” I stopped him, “Let’s do it properly.” “What if your husband comes down?” “He won’t wake up until morning,” I said taking off my top. I had already removed my bra and panty after returning home. So in quick swift moves, I was naked in front of Singh sir. I felt no shame as I’ve done this many times. He examined my body top to bottom while touching me at various places. He began by rubbing my lips. Then slowly moving his cold hands down my he cupped both my breasts. “I expected they’d be bigger,” he said while mischievously holding my erect nipples between his finger and his thumb. I am very sensitive in that area so he pinching me there got me very excited. His hands slowly moved lower feeling my hip as he went on his knees to examine my pussy . He tapped on my clit to build an orgasm. Taking a quick sniff he said, “Seems like it’s barely used for pleasure these days.” Slipping his two fingers in👉, he started pleasuring me. Unable to control, I fell back on the wall while spreading my legs wide. I was already excited, he must have felt the wetness down there. Using his fine technique, it didn’t take long for me to reach my first orgasm.💦 Excitedly, he got up and kissed me while pinching my nipples. Although he never fucked me before, Singh sir knew all my sensitive areas. On top of that, he remembered them after all these years. Now I wanted to return the favor by pleasuring him back. I quickly grabbed his huge erect shaft 🌭 to take it out. But he was not done feasting on my body. He picked me up with ease and threw me on the bed. Then taking off his clothes, he got on top for a passionate lip-lock session with full tongue action. There was a lot of exchange of saliva. This is something he told us to strictly do it only after marriage and exclusively with our spouse! Still, that night, he did it with me and I didn’t stop him. He moved down yet again to kiss my nips. His beard felt ticklish and my body reacted to his every kiss. I started moaning when he got to licking my pussy👅🌮. He was so good that he got me aroused yet again using just his tongue. He dropped his underwear to finally show me his 8-inch fat dick in its full glory. Climbing on top he started rubbing his dick on my pussy. I was tempted to take it in my mouth, taste it, suck it… but he replied saying, “Not today.” I was not used to this big tool. Be it my ex-boyfriend Vicky or my husband Amar, neither were anywhere near Singh sir’s monster cock. Suddenly, I realized all the rumors were true. “So, you did fuck all those girls who came before me. Finally, now it’s my turn!” I cheered. He was about to penetrate when I stopped him. ME: Wait… do you have protection? SINGH SIR: Why? ME: I don’t want to get pregnant. SINGH SIR: Don’t worry, I’ll pull it out. ME: Still, I can’t risk it. SINGH SIR: So, what if you do get pregnant? Just tell Amar it’s his baby. ME: That won’t work. Amar can’t keep his dick hard. We haven’t had sex for the last two years. SINGH SIR: Is that so? He said while smiling as if he caught my lie. Yes, I did lie. I’m the one who told Amar that I don’t want to have children. Also, in order to avoid any accidents, I was abstaining from sex for the last couple of months. But I didn’t know how Singh sir knew until he walked to the door. Sticking his hand in Amar’s pants, he took a packet of condoms. “Chocolate. Good choice.” Putting it on, he walked close to my face. He made me taste the chocolate of the rubber. Suddenly, his dick got even harder. Changing his mind, he pulled a 69. Getting on top, he stuffed his dick inside my mouth while he pleasured by licking pussy. He was fucking me deep throat, almost choking me. But I didn’t want to stop. To ease my pain, we then switched to my favorite position – the missionary. I held my breath while he gently dipped his big dick inside my pussy. After quite frequently enjoying 6-inch Vicky in college and disappointingly smaller husband after marriage, for the first time, it felt that I was getting the manhood I deserve. Singh sir was slow and gentle at first but quickly picked up his pace. He lifted my leg up in order to dig deeper. He seemed impressed that I could still do that. He was drilling me hard when suddenly he stopped closing his eyes. “What happened?” “Ah… cramp,” he replied. “Do you want to stop?” “No.” he replied in a shaky tone as he resumed fucking me. Keeping his eyes shut, he fucked me vigorously until he climaxed filling the rubber with his thick white juice. 💦💦 Taking it off, he tied a knot around it while mischievously saying, “Just in case you change your mind about getting pregnant,” he said and threw it on the side. This was just the first round and we were far from complete satisfaction. After many years of fantasies of having sex with Singh sir, I wasn’t going to let him go so easily. We simply laid there naked in each other’s arms. While waiting for my sports trainer to recover, I was curious regarding the discussion from a while ago, so I asked, “Why was I disqualified from going to the inter-college tournament?” I looked at him hoping for an answer. But he stayed silent not knowing what to say. I kept staring at him but then we heard my husband approaching the bedroom. Amar was very sleepy so he didn’t notice me naked in bed with another man! Singh sir swiftly got up and hid behind the door. The moment Amar jumped in the bed, Singh sir snuck out of the room with that used condom. He then went upstairs to sleep. I hoped to continue this conversation and perhaps more sex upstairs on the terrace but Amar fell on the bed with his one arm on me. I couldn’t risk Amar waking up and finding me naked in the bed. The next morning when Singh sir was leaving, I saw guilt in his eyes. The entire morning he didn’t make eye contact with me. Before leaving, he managed to give a smile saying, “Chaahat, it seems that you are still flexible. With a bit of exercise, you can build your body like it once was. Why don’t you consider resuming your sports career?” This was strange coming from Singh sir after so many years. Meanwhile, my husband was very happy to hear this. I was still not sure to return to sports, but if I do, that would mean I would be returning to the good old days. Now, that’s not a bad idea! 😉 TO BE CONTI-NUDE! So readers, that was just the beginning of my sexual adventures which turned me into an adulteress Indian wife later. I will be telling you more of my steamy hot sex experiences in the coming days, so stay tuned. And, if any of you want to talk to me and share your cheating wife fantasy or simply wanna say “hello”, give me a ring here📞. (if the link didn’t work, try this one.) Bye until the next time!