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Eventually, I could hold back any longer and started pushing up off the couch, forcing my cock deeper into her mouth and letting her know that I was on the brink. She remained focused and the pleasure I was experiencing built to a level of amazing intensity before I finally exploded into her mouth. I had to bite back a cry of pleasure and relief as she continued to suck me while she swallowed my load, letting my cock fall from her mouth only once it had started to soften. She raised her head and straightened up on her knees while I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around her. I whispered in her ear that she had been awesome and that I found her incredibly hot. I asked her if she had to run off and, when she said that she didn't right away, I suggested we lie on the couch together for a little while.
We spooned naked on the couch and talked for a little while. She revealed that her husband thought she was fat and I had trouble holding in a derisive snort. I asked her if he bothered to look in the mirror before suggesting that perhaps she didn't have the figure she'd had when they'd married and that was why he felt that way. I told her that I appreciated her figure and obviously found it very sexy but that I wasn't attracted to her because of her figure; it was because I was attracted to her that I appreciated her figure. I went on to ask if she had a digital camera, which she did, so I requested that she email me pictures of herself. I didn't live near enough that we'd be able to get together very regularly, so I wanted to be able to pleasure myself to her image when we couldn't be together. She promised that she would send me pictures if I promised to send back ones of myself, which I agreed to do.
We stayed there chatting for as long as we felt safe, then dressed and I slipped back to my sleeping bag while she went to join her husband in bed. After a good breakfast the next day, and many good-byes to my friends, I got my things together and prepared to leave. I thanked Neha's parents and managed to slip my email address to her mom so that we could stay in touch. By the time I got home and logged on to check my email, there was already a message from her. There weren't any pictures attached, which she apologized for, but she was already trying to figure out when we could get together again.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 4 years agoThat was really hot bro. You have created such a mature and educated painting of an Indian woman which is very very rare and a gem to appreciate.
Anonymousalmost 6 years ago252,239 view, 105 favorites - not bad @ all!
Anonymousalmost 6 years agoMILFs are the best too.
Neha's mom is both a MILF & Indian.
Neha's mom is Miss MILF USA.
I LOVED THIS STORY!
This story is a MUST READ if you are either into Indian Wife Erotica or MILF Erotica. Yours truly LOVES both of them!
Anonymousover 8 years agoI had met her only twice before, about my age, this time with her husband and her son, my friend. They had insisted I come for dinner, it was good too, I supplied the wine. Raj, the son, then had to go, I got up, no Ray, please stay, it is so nice to talk at last to you. So I stayed, Ken, the husband really liked his drink, Raj had told me and he wasn't joking, the 2 bottles of wine I had brought, gone and I watched as I had a whiskey with him, while he finished half the bottle, soon sitting snoring, out to it. She apologized, that's o.k, look I better go, no we can move to the other room, or if you help me, we can get him to the bedroom. O.k, he was a very overweight man, and with some difficulty we got him to the bedroom and onto the bed, the snoring soon continued. We went back to the sofa, now we can talk, my sons always talk about you, sitting next to me, you are very fit, still playing volleyball, they like having you on their team, I wish Ken had played, once he was good but now, you know, too much alcohol, like his father. I looked at her, the fine skin, her black hair with streaks of grey. I guess that was my fault, I should not have brought the wine, sorry, oh no, no, that was very nice of you, her hand on my leg. I looked at her, she moved closer and kissed me, thank you. I was surprised, well, I will bring wine every time if that's the thanks I get. She moved closer again, i met her lips this time, her fingers squeezing my leg. I pulled back, oh sorry, no don't be, her hand moving up my leg, her lips back on mine. My hands went to her blouse, here I was a man in his 50s, groping a married womans breasts in her house while her husband slept. She lifted her top, undoing her bra, her brown breasts out, big dark brown nipples, I put my mouth over one of them, sucking greedily, her hand on the back of my head. She then pushed me away, no, no, I moved back, not here, she stood, grabbing my hand, leading me into a bedroom. I didn't hesitate, I grabbed her from behind, massaging her breasts as she slid out of her skirt, she turned, I took my jeans off, my cock bouncing out, suck it, oh my, suck it, she sat on the bed, I pushed my cock to her mouth, holding her head, she sucked my cock slowly. I pushed her back, she hurriedly took her white underwear off and lay back, spreading her brown legs. she looked beautiful as I moved between them, moving my tongue to her , licking along her wet slit, up to her pink clit, her legs clenching my head as she said something I didn't understand as my face was flooded. I moved up, running the head of my cock along her pussy, she tried to push up, I held her down, positioning my cock and sliding up, my cock in her, moving slowly, I put my lips to hers, she moved her face, I grabbed it my lips on hers and I began to fuck her hard, my cock leaving her pussy, plunging back in, her hands holding my head as her tongue found mine, her legs around me, I pushed in deep, not pulling back, grinding my cock in her, she let go of my head, oh, oh, and I felt her orgasm, her legs keeping me in, releasing I pounded her again, I pulled back and out, she groaned, I lifted her head pulling her towards my cock, she got the message, opening her mouth as I fucked her head, holding her against me as my cum flooded her mouth, most of which she swallowed, the rest dribbling down onto her breasts. I pulled back, kneeling there, she moved her head back, licking my cock, taking it in her mouth, looking up at me. She got up, went into the bathroom, came out, I went in, when I came out, she wasn't there, I went out to the front room, I heard her , I am making tea. I went into the kitchen, she didn't turn around, I moved behind her, my hand under her skirt, no panties, I moved my hand up, she didn't move, spread them, nothing, now, she spread them, my fingers found her wet pussy, pushing up into her, she pushed down, I heard a noise, the door. I moved away, it was Raj coming back, she said in the kitchen, we are making tea. I had my tea and left.
