In my last story, I narrated my first experience of fucking. After that night, I fucked Radha several times until her hubby came back. We had plenty of opportunities since my mother had to go to my maternal uncle's house to look after my aunt (my mom's sis-in-law) as she was expecting. I had one full month when I was alone at home. My mom was initially worried about me but when Radha told her that she would look after me, she was relived a little. Radha further told my mom that I am like a little brother to her! Well, if I was her little brother, then I sure was a big sisterfucker!
In that one-month, we made love in so many different ways. We would fuck at least 3-4 times everyday! By the end of the month, we had explored all the sexual fantasies of ours. Then my mom came back and within a few days, Venky, Radha's husband came back. A day after his arrival, Radha called me to her house. She told me that Venky had a job offer from a German company and had accepted it. Therefore both of them had to go to Germany in a few days time. At that time Venky came. Radha told him about me and how I had taken care of her in his absence! While saying this, she had an unmistakable glint in her eyes. I was also bemused a little when Venky, who was a simpleton, thanked me for my help! I said that I was quite happy to be of service to Radha! After that he went out and Radha and myself had a big laugh about it all.
Radha told me that the last one-month that we spent together was the best time in her life and she would never ever forget me! She became quite emotional while saying this and started crying. I also felt quite sad as I was falling in love with her and was heart broken to hear the news of her departure. I started to console her. She gathered herself quite quickly.
"Prakash, I know that you also like me a lot. I think that you have fallen in love with me, haven't you?"
"Yes, Radha. I have and I don't want to lose you. Please don't go away. Stay here with me, Radha. I will make you happy."
"I know dear that you would. But I have to go. I have also started to love you and I know that it will be very difficult for me to live without you. I hope that you find some beautiful girl and get married and live happily."
"I can't think of anyone but you, Radha. I don't think anyone can replace you."
"Oh my dear, if only…"
And with that she started crying again. I hugged her tightly. For the first time I did not get sexually excited after hugging her so tightly. Instead, I was as sad as her, maybe sadder than her. We just stayed like that for a few minutes. Then Radha spoke,
"Prakash, you better go now. Venky will come any time. And the longer you stay here sadder I will get."
"Ok Radha. I will go now but I will come to meet you before you leave for Germany."
I went to the airport to see off Radha. While returning I started to think of the days that we spent together and unknowingly a tear fell from my eye. She was gone now. Gone forever!
For the next few days, I stayed at home and spend the whole time sitting in my bed, thinking about Radha. My mom found this strange and took me to the family doctor. He said that there was nothing to worry and gave some tablets. (as any doctor always does!)
Then came the turning point in my life. As you know, a couple had come to stay in the flat opposite ours around the same time as Radha. The husband, Ranjit Singh, was a businessman in his late forties. His wife Sheela was a Maharashtrian in her early thirties. As Mr. Singh was a businessman, he used to be out for several days. This meant that Sheela used to be alone for nearly 20 days every month.
Now all this pointed to a great opening for me to seduce and then fuck this lonely lady, but somehow I never thought of her from that angle. First, there was Radha in my life and even after her departure, I never considered Sheela as a sexual object. It was not because she was not good looking, for she had an almost heroine like face with big beautiful eyes which were blue colored, chubby cheeks and suckable lips!
It was the fact that she used to dress very conservatively. She always wore saris. Her pallu was always neatly tucked to her blouse with a pin. She wore half sleeve blouses, which covered nearly her entire back. She never wore her sari below her navel. In short, she was a typical Indian wife of the old days who did not show any skin to a stranger! I thought that perhaps she has a low sex drive and that is why even though her husband is out for so frequently for long periods, she does not indulge in sex with other man or perhaps she is a religious lady who believes that it is sinful to have sex with anyone other than her husband.
But all this changed one fine day. As Sheela was alone, she started to interact with her neighbors. And I was her neighbor! Well, she didn't start with me but with my mom. As you know, my mom is a social worker. She is a talkative person. So she and Sheela became friends in a short time. Sheela often used to come to my house to converse with mom. I was never interested in their talks as I was going through a phase of depression after Radha's departure.
On that day, Sheela came as usual to see mom. I opened the door. Sheela was dressed as usual conservatively in a sari. I told her to sit and went inside to tell mom about her arrival. Then they started talking and I was busy playing on my computer. After a while, I started feeling hungry. So I went to kitchen to get something to eat. Now the kitchen is exactly behind the hall where mom and Sheela were talking. As I was searching for food, I could clearly hear their voices.
"Nikita (mom's name), there is something I want to tell you." Sheela said.
"Yes Sheela. Feel free to speak anything." Mom said.
"Well, Umm.., I don't know how to tell you. It 's kind of very personal." Sheela said in a hesitant manner.
Aha! So this woman is not as simple as she looks! I forgot all about food and prepared to listen very attentively.
"Don't worry Sheela. I am a social worker too. So many women come to me with their personal problems. Tell me all." Mom said in an assuring manner.
"But what about Prakash?" Sheela asked.
"Oh, Prakash! He is inside playing on his computer. Don't worry about him." Mom told her.
Thanks mom! Well, I had to hear what Sheela was going to tell mom at any cost. The fact that she was afraid of me overhearing her was sufficient to tell me that it was quite serious matter. Was Sheela a horny lonely lady after all? Or was there any other problem? Whatever it was, I had to listen.
"You know Nikita, my sex life is pathetic." Sheela said bluntly.
What the hell! This meant that she was horny after all! Well, well, well! That conservative dressing deceived me! I had always thought of her as the perfect Indian wife and here she was telling quite bluntly that her sex life was pathetic!
"I am not surprised to hear that." Mom said in a matter of fact tone.
And nor was I. I mean, when your husband is out for most of the time, your sex life is bound to be pathetic, unless…
"You know Nikita, it is not just about Ranjit being not at home most of the time. Even when he is there, he …" Sheela stopped abruptly.
"What Sheela? Come on tell me. I can help you if you tell me all." Mom said in her usual soothing voice.
"Ok Nikita. Well, as I was saying, even when he is at home, he ejaculates very early." Sheela said.
What! Hearing all this had made me very hot! My 8" prick was standing upright, ready to explode! I was slowly caressing my prick from above my jeans. My ears were keenly alert, ready to listen every single word of this great conversation!
"Have you talked to a gynecologist about this?" Mom asked.
"Yes. But she said that Ranjit will have to come to the clinic for tests and I am afraid of telling him all this." Sheela said.
"Sheela, can I ask you something?" Mom said.
"Yes Nikita."
"How many times you have cum while being fucked by Ranjit?" Mom asked.
"Never." Sheela said in a depressing voice.
What! This horny woman had never cum while being fucked by her husband! Either her husband must be a jerk or she must be a woman with heavy-duty sex drive! I had released my cock from my jeans and was now caressing it gently. It was very difficult for me not to cum. My fingers were wet by the precum oozing out of my cock head. I had decided that after this talk is finished, I would go to the toilet and masturbate thinking about Sheela. I was determined to fuck this sex craven bitch before long!
"How often do you masturbate, Sheela?" Mom asked in matter of fact tone.
"What the hell! Do you think I am a slut? Of course I don't masturbate!" Sheela replied angrily.
Wow! This was getting Really interesting! Even I was shocked a little when mom asked Sheela about masturbation, but I was not prepared for that reply. No masturbation! How the hell this woman could even live! I was beginning to wonder whether I could actually fuck this woman with her consent. But I was very sure that she really needed sex badly. Talking of masturbation, I was beating my meat vigorously without worrying about the consequence.
"Calm down Sheela. There is nothing wrong in masturbation. It is after all a way to achieve sexual pleasure. Just masturbating does not make one slut. Even I do it sometimes these days as my hubby is not here." Mom said soothingly.
Well, well, well! My mother masturbating! Now I am not an incestuous person and definitely not a motherfucker, but just the mental image of my mother masturbating nearly made me cum! I was now stroking my dick hardly. I had to cum now. I increased the speed of stroking and put the other hand in my mouth to stop my moans. My eyes were closed. I was visualizing Sheela naked and masturbating. One hand squeezing her lovely boobs while the fingers pinching the erect pink nipples. The fingers of the other one rhythmically moving in and out of her swollen pink pussy lips!
Her eyes closed, her breath quick and hot and finally her loud moaning!
"Uunghhh….! Aahhh…! Oh, yeah! Prakash, baby I am Cumming for you! Mmmmm….! I am Cummmingggggg….!"
With a sharp shudder of the body, she comes! Her pussy is overflowing with her sweet vaginal juices. This is the first time she has cum and the juices do not stop. They are flowing like a river. They trickle down from her pussy onto her bed. From her bed to the floor, then to the door of her flat, then through the passage to the door of my flat and then to my room! I bend down and pick up some of it and lick it with my tongue! Mmmm…! It tastes … Salty?
I opened my eyes and looked at my hand. It was covered with cum, my cum! While visualizing Sheela masturbating, it was I who had actually cum! And the cum that I had licked as Sheela's was actually my own! That explained why it tasted salty! So this is how my cum tasted! I was about to wash my hands and put my jeans back on when I recognized that there was no sound coming from the hall. This meant that Sheela was gone and mom was alone! She could come anytime, so I better hurry. Thinking this, I started towards the basin, which is near the kitchen door. As I was about to approach the basin, I heard footsteps approaching the kitchen. Oh My God! I was going to be busted! I made a final attempt to save myself. I grabbed my jeans and started to run towards my room, but as I was about to get out of the kitchen, I bumped into mom! I was thinking of an excuse when I realized that the person I had bumped into was not my mom! It was … Sheela!
Due to the collision, my jeans fell on the floor. I was standing dumbfounded only in my T-shirt! My right hand was still covered with my cum. I looked at Sheela and she was staring openly at my crotch. Her mouth was open and she looked like a child gaping at a new toy! I was going to speak when my eyes wandered lower and rested on her blouse. The collision had not just robbed me of my jeans. It had also made her sari pallu drop exposing her blouse to me. I had always thought that her blouse would also be covering nearly her entire neck and chest. But how wrong I was!
