Affairs to Remember Pt. 03

Kishore bhai's rhythmic movements and the intense pleasure emanating from pussy broke my trance, and I supported myself on my toes. This gave him more leverage, and he started seriously plowing me. I couldn't understand how smoothly his penis could get in my tiny twat; all I could feel was his large head knocking my womb out of position inside. After a precious few moments, even that didn't matter, as the only thing that bathed me were those pleasurable sensations.

My mind was consumed by the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my body as Kishore bhai's skilled movements continued to drive me to new heights of ecstasy. The intensity of each thrust only fueled the fire within me, and I lost all control, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations. With every stroke, his penis seemed to reach deeper, hitting all the right spots and sending waves of pleasure rippling through me. The world faded away, and all that mattered in that moment was the pure bliss we were sharing.

"किशोर भाई आपकी चाय रख दी है," my mother-in-law said after knocking on the door this time. "Kishore bhai, I have left your tea here."

"आप ठीक तो है ना?" she asked one more time. "Are you okay, Kishore bhai?"

Kishore bhai exhaled, "ठीक हैं संजय की मम्मी। चाय के लिए शुक्रिया। जाते वक्त दरवाजा बंद कर देना।" "I am fine. Thanks for asking. Thank you for the tea. Please close the door behind you."

We stopped for a precious few moments and waited for her to leave. I latched onto his lips in an instant and pushed my tongue into his mouth. That stale breath of his had become an aphrodisiac, which only encouraged me further to encourage him. As we indulged in our passionate embrace, time seemed to stand still. I could feel the intensity and desire flowing through our bodies, overpowering all rational thought. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the intoxicating rush of our connection. It was a forbidden pleasure that we couldn't resist, and we both surrendered to the allure of our desires.

He started furiously pumping, and the loud sound of wet juices sloshing and the hard-slapping sound of our bodies colliding was unmistakable. Sanjay's mother wouldn't have been even a few steps away from the door, and I knew she could hear us. My loud moans were crystal clear and echoed through the room, intertwining with his deep grunts. The thrill of the possibility of getting caught only added to the intensity of our passion. The raw, primal energy that fueled our every movement consumed us. At that moment, societal norms and consequences were a distant memory as we surrendered completely to the overpowering force of our desires.

"किशोर भाई?" I heard my mother-in-law speak. "कुछ तो शर्म कीजिए?" "Kishore bhai, don't you have any shame?"

That was the last, and we heard her briskly step out. It didn't seem to matter now as he picked up full steam, and I continued to moan as his hard strokes readjusted the parts inside my belly and constantly knocked me out of balance. It was the ferocity of being fucked by Gaur (the Wild Indian Buffalo) that was the only thing I could remember, apart from the sheer pleasure that intense fucking gave me. Sanjay had used this analogy in the Malti series, and I remember talking about it in that manner as it showcased the raw power and intensity of the experience.

As I stood there, completely consumed by the wild passion of our lovemaking, I couldn't help but remember the way Sanjay had described it in the Malti series, even though I didn't think of it in those terms. The comparison to a wild Indian buffalo, with its untamed strength and raw energy, seemed fitting for what I was experiencing. Every thrust from Gaur was like a force of nature, shaking me to my core and leaving me breathless with desire. It was as if he had tapped into some primal instinct within me, awakening a hunger I didn't know existed.

Kishore bhai's jiggling tummy and the sweat dripping from his forehead let me know he was getting a serious workout and also giving me all he could at that moment. He must have stroked me only for a couple of minutes, but he was already huffing and puffing. Clearly, he wasn't fit to indulge in such episodes, but his dick was still quite strong and thick and could bring me to the brink of ecstasy. As his hands explored my body, I couldn't help but be mesmerized by the contrast between his physical appearance and the intensity of his touch. In that moment, I realized that passion and desire know no boundaries, and sometimes it's the unexpected that can ignite the hottest flames of pleasure. Despite his ugly looks and physical limitations, his passion and skill had me craving more.

A minute more of the fucking, and I was shivering with my orgasm. It was the most intense orgasm I had experienced until then, and it left me breathless and wanting more. I never would have expected such ecstasy from someone who defied societal standards of beauty, but perhaps the same thing had intensified my orgasm. Kishore bhai was just warming up and continued to stroke and kiss me. As those pleasant feelings from my orgasm subsided, those stark contrasts were flagrantly clear, and I was taking a keen note of them, as I did very early on.

The position had become awkward, so I pushed back and asked him to take me from behind.

"मयूरी तुम्हें भी पीछे से पसंद हैं?" He said this as he took his position behind me. "Mayuri, do you like it from behind?"

He rubbed my anus roughly and whispered, "इसका भी ओपनिंग करदु?" "Should I do the opening of this hole as well?"

"नहीं। नहीं।" I tried to turn away, but he held me firm and pushed his penis roughly into my pussy. "No... no."

Then he stroked me like there was no tomorrow. Because of the much better position, we both had enough leverage, and the fucking was intense and actually more comfortable.

Kishore bhai couldn't control it for too long and ejaculated deep inside. I wasn't in my fertile period, so I wasn't worried about getting pregnant. Interestingly, if he had pushed the boundaries during our first meeting, then perhaps he would have really nailed me, as I was indeed in my fertile period. I tried to catch my breath as Kishore bhai slowly pulled out of me, his heavy breathing matching mine. The intensity of our encounter left me both exhilarated and conflicted. I wondered if Sanjay's mother would have realized it was me.

"किशोर भाई अब मैं कैसे जाऊ?" I said. I was finally exasperated. "How do I leave now?"

"क्यों क्या हुआ?" he replied in his calm manner. "Why? What happened?"

"संजय की मां को पता चल जाएगा," I said, frustrated by his casual reaction. "Sanjay's mother would now know that it was me with you in the bathroom."

"तो क्या हुआ?" "So what?"

"क्या मतलब?" I was angered by his cavalier manner. "What do you mean?"

"मयूरी तुम्हारी सास से कुछ छुपा नहीं," he said. "ज्यादा दिनों तक नहीं। आज नहीं तो कल पता चलना ही हैं।"

"अरे मयूरी," he explained. "तुम्हारी सास मेरे कारनामोसे अच्छी तरह से वाकिफ हैं। तभी तो वो जान गई मैं किसी के साथ था।"

"पर किशोर भाई ये जानने के बाद वो संजय से मेरी शादी क्यों करेंगी भला?" "But Kishore bhai, why would she marry me to Sanjay after knowing this?" I questioned him, confused by his statement.

"क्यों की संजय को तुम से सुंदर लड़की नहीं मिल सकती," he calmly replied. "और तुम दोनों एक दूसरे को पसंद करते हो और प्यार भी करते हो।"

I was getting the drift of it, but it still seemed rather outlandish, so I just stood there in a confused state.

"मयूरी तुम चाल में नई आई हो। थोड़ा समय दो तुम सब समझ जाओ गी," he said.

The light once again went away that time, and that gave me an opportunity to slip away without getting noticed. My pants soaking wet and his semen dripping reminded me that I had been a real slut and that my premonitions were absolutely spot on. At home, I inspected my pussy and realized how dilated it was, although I was certain it was far more dilated soon after the intercourse. My pussy was full of his semen; despite his age and physical condition, he had really fucked me, and despite taking my virginity, it had given me intense pleasure. All the stuff about one bleeding the first time was simply make-believe stuff, I thought. Much later did I understand that Kishore bhai was no ordinary male, and the woman inside me understood it very well, and my pussy lubricated incessantly to make it all intensely pleasurable.

As I lay on the bed that night, still catching my breath, I couldn't help but replay the incredible moments we had just shared in my mind. Kishore bhai had ignited a passion within me I had never known before. It wasn't just the physical pleasure; it was the connection we had formed that made it so extraordinary. My body seemed to instinctively respond to his touch, eagerly producing more lubrication and intensifying every sensation. I couldn't deny the undeniable chemistry between us, and it left me yearning for more. Just as Sanjay has described in his many stories, there was an intense, primal, animalistic attraction between us, and despite all his limitations, I wanted to breed with him. At that moment, I wanted to marry Sanjay so that Kishore bhai could start breeding me right away. Even though I loved Sanjay and wanted to marry him eventually, I wasn't the housewife material that most middle-class men aspired for. I was born to be a shrewd businesswoman--maybe a little manipulative and hell-bent on fulfilling my own ambitions rather than becoming someone's docile wife.

However, I was willing to put aside those aspirations of mine to fulfill my desire for Kishore bhai's touch and fully experience the primal connection that I felt earlier. The thought of having him breed me consumed my mind, overpowering any concerns about societal expectations. Despite not fitting the typical mold of a housewife, I was willing to embrace this unconventional desire and follow my instincts into a new chapter of my life. Yes, at that moment, I wanted to be Sanjay's wife in order to have the freedom to explore this intense attraction and experience the unbridled passion that Kishore bhai ignited in me. I knew it would be a risk to abandon the path I had set for myself, but the allure of this forbidden taboo was too strong to resist. I was ready to defy societal norms and become his mistress. It was utterly depraved and scandalous, but my yearning for Kishore bhai consumed me entirely. The thrill of secrecy and the exhilarating danger that came with being his mistress captivated me. I will forsake my reputation and potentially jeopardize my marriage, driven solely by this insatiable desire. Little did I know the profound impact this decision would have on my life, as it laid the foundation for a tumultuous journey of self-discovery and forbidden sex.

The next morning, Sanjay asked me what happened and where I was. I told him I had left soon after the lights went off, and although he was a little surprised, he didn't fuss over it. My mind was still in turmoil, reeling over the events of the previous night. I was no longer a girl, having lost my virginity; I was now a woman. I felt a mix of exhilaration and fear, unsure of what this newfound identity meant for me. As the days turned into weeks, I couldn't help but feel a sense of liberation and empowerment, yet also a sense of vulnerability. I knew that my journey of self-discovery and exploring my sexuality had just begun, and I was both excited and apprehensive about what lay ahead. From that moment on, I became more aware of my desires and unafraid to pursue them, even if it meant breaking societal norms and facing consequences.

It was at the same time my close friend Swapna too lost her virginity, and it was none other than Ranjan who did the honors. Swapna was equally delirious, as she described her fucking with him with all the gory details. That was the first time I took serious notice of Ranjan, and I am sure there was some difference in his gaze too. Priya used to tell me that once a woman has slept with another man, i.e., someone who is not supposed to be her partner, her mannerisms change subtly, which invites more attention from other men. It was as if they knew she would be available for them.

I couldn't help but observe Ranjan more closely after hearing Swapna's explicit description of their encounter. There was a certain intensity in his gaze that I hadn't noticed before. Priya's words echoed in my mind, reminding me of her theory about a woman's changed mannerisms after sleeping with someone outside her committed relationship. It appeared there was an invisible invitation in the air, signaling to other men that I was now open to their sexual advances.

Ranjan reminded me of Kishore bhai. He was tall, dark, ugly-looking, with a lot of pimples on his face, and seriously overweight. He belonged to a lower caste, due to which he always felt inferior and always tried to either hide it or overcome it in a subtle and sometimes not-so-subtle manner. Sanjay never, in his wildest imagination, would have given him even half a chance, and in all honesty, he wouldn't have given Kishore bhai much chance either, but he knew a lot about Kishore bhai. After all, he was an annoying neighbor, and I had been exposed to his antics several times in the past.

Ranjan had always tried to charm me, even before that, but now I was falling for it. I am quite certain he felt he had a chance of scoring with me after he took Swapna's virginity. It surprised me that both Swapna and I lost our virginity at the same time--the same week, in fact--and perhaps it was just our fate to be together throughout our lives. I am digressing, but I thought it was worth mentioning the turning point in my relationship with Ranjan. Ranjan took more than a year to mount Swapna, but Kishore bhai took about 5 visits and, in all, perhaps 10 hours before he had me impaled on his gigantic cock. Swapna was a rather ordinary woman. I was an exquisite woman, so it seemed like Kishore bhai was more talented, or perhaps I was much more of a slut than Swapna.

Priya, my friend from our office, had given me a lot of tips on how to get ready, and until then I didn't pay heed to her advice, but after that episode with Kishore bhai I acted on her advice. In fact, ever since I visited Sanjay's place and met with Kishore bhai, I have had this strange desire to look pretty. I never had this desire, even though all of my friends were plagued with it.

I always prided myself on being low-maintenance and not caring too much about my appearance. But something about Kishore bhai's attention and the way he made me feel ignited a spark within me. Suddenly, I scoured fashion magazines and watched makeup tutorials online, eager to transform myself into someone who could capture his attention once again.

It was an unfamiliar territory for me--this world of beauty and self-enhancement. My friends, Swapna and Priya, had always been more invested in their looks, constantly discussing the latest fashion trends and experimenting with different hairstyles. I had no need for it, thanks to my Kokanastha genes, but I felt the urge to do something extra for Kishore bhai. Still, I wasn't the one to go overboard on such things, so I kept it rather minimalistic.

There wasn't much I ever did with my hairstyle, so I didn't change it. Besides, it was my natural hair style that made me far prettier, as it let people's attention move to my beautiful face, especially my big eyes and pouty pink lips. Priya objected to my body hair, which, although very light-colored because of my very fair complexion, was still noticeable from close quarters. So, that was the first thing I took care of. That also meant my armpit hair and the hair on my forearms and legs. I didn't like the experience but loved how it attenuated my utterly fair complexion and smooth skin. Although it wasn't called for, I removed my butt hair and also the hair around my anus. I knew he was fascinated by it and thought he would appreciate it. I wasn't comfortable removing the hair around my pussy, so I didn't touch it.

The only other thing that I worried about was my breath and body odor. Because of my naturally healthy diet, I had a glowing complexion and smooth skin texture, so I didn't have to worry about it. My doctor friend Kalpana had taught me a lot about dental hygiene and the side effect, fresh breath, of that, due to which there were a lot of intense and passionate kisses. I took her advice and had already visited my dentist once and did another follow-up as preparation for the Ganesh festival. Priya insisted on a visit to the beauty parlor, as I told her I was visiting Sanjay's place and wanted to make sure that his mother approves of me. She had been to his place once already, and even though she didn't think there was any need, she suggested it didn't hurt to go fully prepared for the event.

Sanjay had already invited me to the Ganesh festival at his house and insisted that I stay the entire day at his place. We didn't celebrate at our home and usually visited a nearby relative's place. He didn't have to persuade me a lot to show up early in the morning on the day of the Ganesh festival. Kishore bhai didn't expect us and woke up that day and was surprised to see me there preparing for the occasion. He was happy to see me and surely imagined some fireworks were in order that day or later in the evening.

The afternoon aarti was very crowded, and there was hardly any place for people to stand. That's when I started noticing the familiar glances of some women, which made me curious, but I couldn't make full sense of it back then. I met Mamta at his place but got little of a chance to speak to her, and there was another woman who seemed to monitor me. There were several women who kept on casually glancing at him and noticing the chemistry between me and him. He had a new muse, and she was way more beautiful and younger than any of those women.

Frequently during the day, he came quite close to me as the day passed. I once again became intimately aware of his body odor and his breath. His sweat had a peculiar pungent odor that, although repulsive, constantly reminded me of his masculinity. He didn't care to mask it with any artificial deodorants and only had a routine of bathing twice every day. His breath was stale more often than not, but I found it rather natural and not repulsive. His not smoking but only consuming alcohol definitely helped. He had a natural charisma and knew how to flatter a woman and keep a lively conversation--a skill that Sanjay sorely lacked. In fact, he shamelessly flirted with me, but not in the presence of Sanjay or his mother.

A lot of Sanjay's neighbors were talking about me and perhaps envying Sanjay's fate. It didn't take long for folks to realize that we were going steady; although no one openly spoke about it, everyone realized. Mamta congratulated him and even joked with me. It was all rather cordial, and with the surrounding crowd, I felt very good that I came very well prepared for the occasion. After the aarti, only three of us were at home, and my mother got busy wrapping up the remaining pooja at home. Sanjay headed downstairs to buy a few things that he had forgotten about, but likely it was Kishore bhai sending him on an errand once again.

Kishore bhai signaled to me to step out of the room, but there was the usual hesitation, so I shook my head and ignored him. He urged me a few times, but I didn't yield and busied myself with the work. He let it go, and despite the itch I felt between my legs, I thought it was wiser to stay away from him, at least that day. Too many people were around, and I still wasn't sure the impact it would have on my relationship with Sanjay.

Still, he wouldn't have accepted defeat that easily, and only a few minutes later, he followed me to the kitchen and grabbed me. The same pungent odor permeated my nostrils, and my pussy lips flared up once again. My heart raced as he pressed me against the counter, his hands wandering eagerly over my body. I couldn't resist the overwhelming desire that surged through me, and I succumbed to his passionate advances. The undeniable chemistry between us was impossible to ignore, and for that fleeting moment, I let go of all inhibitions and embraced the intoxicating pleasure he offered. Little did I know that this encounter would forever alter the course of my relationship with Sanjay.