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It was some time ago, around last may when I started reading stories on ISS. Initially just the excitement about reading stories that are probably happening around you, that’s what, turns you on. It’s a secret that one can’t share with anyone, with the stigma associated with reading about the various bold and incestuous relationships we are up to. I was especially attracted to the couple stories and stories about office colleagues, those centring on stories about older women, and married women. I just connected more with them and of course, am a guy, so am bound to feel that rush when one’s talking about sex without commitments. A 28 year old guy, a poet and philosopher, a voracious reader and loner doesn’t get to date the prom queen. No, he gets to date the one nobody else will and as luck will have it, she too dumps him when the other guys play musical chairs with women and even my email is boring, [email protected] Anyway, to cut my rambling short, I read a story about a woman in Delhi who had an affair with a younger man. I had to get in touch with her and with much trembling I wrote out a mail complimenting on her spotless language and great story. Days passed by and I resigned myself to the fact that as always I would be the last to get discovered while she would already be dating other men. Well, I was wrong for once in this beautiful life! Her name was Pooja and she replied with a short sorry note, saying how many mails she had received, and it was difficult to choose the best ones to reply to. My interest was piqued. I wanted to know what had made her think she wanted to interact with me. She saw signs of herself in me she said, trapped in a life where boundaries existed and heartfelt wishes were ignored, where champions were left alone in the dance hall and fools twirled 2-faced beauty queens around their little finger. At first we chatted. It was non-stop and there was no morning or night for a week and we kept mailing each other at odd times of the day and night. We decided to meet; she suggested it for as she explained later, I seemed too afraid to ask. That was the first line she said when we met, Rohan, she said, just for today, don’t ask first. We met at a Cafe Coffee Day in GK 2, for it was near her home. Her husband worked in one of those tall Barakhamba Road buildings and was as cold and steely as those marble edifices. We talked about her dreams of being a singer, of being a social worker, of being a good wife. All her husband wanted was money, a great looking house, a Honda city and a wife who said little and dressed sexily for the office parties where he could feel the eyes staring at him with envy. She was 35, married for 12 years now and the story on ISS pure fiction, for this would be her first time out with a man who was not her husband. She was a goddess with a figure to match and she measured 30-24-31 and was ashamed of not being perfect. I held her hands for the first time when I told her she was perfect to me. I asked her if we could head over to somewhere quiet. She understood and requested me to follow her to her place in GK2, a few minutes behind her so as to not raise the neighbours suspicions as soon as we entered, I realized what I was getting her and myself into and here. I was about to embark on an evening of making love to a married woman. She could almost sense my thoughts and held my hand. I have needs Rohan and I trust you to fulfil them for you have the same needs as me, don’t you? We kissed slowly, just touching my lips to hers while the aroma of her perfume embraced me. It was a beautiful moment, the most beautiful moment of my life I guess, just to be able to kiss a woman of substance. She smiled and she smiled like I have never seen a woman smile, a smile of gratitude and love of innocence. We continued to kiss then, each time taking more of her lips into mine. I ran my tongue through the inner contours of her lips, felt her breath on mine and embraced her body till we were feeling the heat emanating from below. I had grown hard and was now pulsating with the warmth from between her legs. I brought my hands down to her waist, still kissing her. I roamed the abundance of her buttocks with my hands. I slid down now, pulling her saree pallu with me as I exposed her deep, dark cleavage to my mouth. My hands, now found themselves caressing her thighs, the outer firmness as well as the inner tenderness and drops of sweat rolled down her stomach and were lapped up by my face before they could reach her navel. I tugged and un wrap the chiffon encasing this mermaid and was now standing in front of her removing my clothes. She stayed quiet, breathing heavy, touching her almost naked self, wearing a red netted brassiere and a pair of matching red panties. I was completely naked myself and brought her hand to my penis and wrapped her fingers around it. She gasped and I felt like I was on my way to heaven as she opened her eyes and stared at my manhood. I began lowering her panties. It was a sight for sore eyes, clean shaved and neat, it was manna from heaven and I devoured her pussy like a hungry boy. My tongue probed deep and far into the inner folds of her home and she moaned with loud re-assuring pleasure. She caressed my hair with her hands and closed her eyes. I could not even stop to breathe as I enjoyed this beautiful pussy and licked and licked till she was crumbling with the streams of pleasure being released into her body. She came with a force and splattered my face with her cum, her juices warm and fulfilling as they trickled down her legs I tongued away and toiled away till her thighs were bereft of signs of her orgasm. She came down then and grabbed my tool. Call me old fashioned but and I just could not see that beautiful face sucking away like a cheap whore and pulled her upwards. She was confused and unsure of what to say I guess, a blowjob was something all guys wanted these days she said from what all she had read at ISS. Pulling her to me I kissed her, this time with the confidence of a man kissing his lover and opened her bra. Lowering her onto the sofa I captured one of her nipples with my mouth and rolled my tongue on it as she closed her eyes again, enjoying my tongue on her. Squeezing the other breast, I was getting her into the mood again as my long member pushed at her cunt lips as I began to enter her. I realized the meaning of a word we use so carelessly intimacy. That feeling is indescribable; one has to feel it, the moment when your penis completely enters a woman’s pussy. It’s a connection unlike any other in this world. What started off as a gentle love-making session soon reached a fever pitch. We were reaching out to thump our bodies against each other, grabbing our hands and legs. I squeezed her breast with one hand and her ass with the other, she pulled me deeper and deeper, faster and faster into her, holding me by my buttocks. We did not use a condom for we did not give a damn. It was a day when we both forgot our worries and regrets and fucked for pleasure, pure animalistic pleasure. I came after pumping into her for forty minutes, compared to her having come twice in that time already. My back hurt and her too. We were sweaty and tired and out of breath but we were lip-locked, my dick still inside her and we did not waste time for time was at a premium that evening. She wanted to try it from the back and this time I reached her G-spot with ease now that my tool was moving upwards into her pussy walls. She was screaming with breathlessness and mad passion now as I screwed her virgin ass, something which I always wanted to do. We ended up on the floor, twisting and writhing our bodies against each other, mixing our cum and sweat and saliva, smooching in a mad and wonderful way. We get together from time to time now, we shop, we share lunches and dinners and when her husband is away, we make love, hot passionate love. So tell me, are you open for a relationship with a boring guy? Well, not so boring mail me at [email protected]