I am an avid writer on most of the Indian blogs, but this will be my first post here on this website. My stories have received great feedback and on certain ocassions have led to both, casual and sexual meet ups.
This incident that I am about to share with you involves a 33 year old married female, Carol. Up until her recent email to me, I had no clue about her existence or the fact that she was a big fan of my stories. After numerous email exchanges, we exchanged phone numbers and got friendly. She told me that she was married and that her husband worked in Dubai. She lived alone here in Bangalore and had a decent job in some IT firm. She never discussed the sex in my stories, nor did she ever flirt with me in the slightest.
One Friday, I got a text from her asking me if I could hang out at her place instead of going out as she was tired after work. I didn't mind and neither did I get any ideas in my head as in the past 2 months of knowing her, she had never given me the impression that she was interested in me sexually. I continued this friendship because she was extremely fun to hang out with. She and I even liked the same whiskey.
I reached her place around 6:30pm dressed casually in Jeans, a light shirt and a hoodie. She opened the door and showed me in. She was dressed in a loose white tee and even more loose pair of matching shorts. I could see the hint of a darker colored bra through the thin fabric of her tee. We started drinking, ordered dinner, and after eating we continued drinking. It was almost midnight when my body language might have suggested that I was about to take off. This is when she dropped the bomb on me. She started talking about how much she misses her husband and the physical intimacy. She said she was tired of playing with herself and wanted a change. The part that got me confused for a bit was when she said "...but, I don't want to cheat my husband."
"What do you mean? Are you suggesting something? Sorry, I'm not sure what you are trying to tell me."
"Well... I want a sexual partner. No. I want a partner. I don't want sex. Intercourse."
"Okkkay..." I said, still confused.
"If you could just. Do what you did with the girl from your apartment building." She said referencing one of my past stories.