A month or so had passed; Raj and I had been fucking on a regular basis, even more regular than when I was married. In those few weeks there was not a room in the house where he had not fucked me. He had become a real stud, and that made me hope that I was his only. You never know with young men who are not always in your line of sight. Once they've lost their virginity, they just want to fuck any woman that walks with a pulse. I really hoped Raj was not one of them, especially as I am no spring chicken.
Since that first time, Raj had come very much out of his shell. He was no longer timid, far from it, and with every encounter he was like a man who knew exactly what I wanted when we were naked and alone. In the beginning the fucks were uncontrolled, raging and frenzied.
Those turned to slow and sensual. Those would last a while as he fucked me in the most sensual way that our bodies had become one, each knowing how to please the other just through our sexual connection. He would slide in and out slowly for ages, on occasions leaving his cock deep in me for me to pulse my cunt on, squeezing it as we kissed lovingly.
And then there were the sessions where he would be quite rough. But that never put me off; I loved it that way too.
At first we only got a couple of hours here and there, mind you he also did get some gardening done.
I had come home after one of my three times a week morning gym sessions, just to keep me active and the body tight in the right places... you understand. Raj had not been round for a couple of days, and I felt so fucking Horney from thinking of Raj's thick, brown Indian cock, that I just ripped my clothes off and got the rabbit out for a spin. I had made myself so wet thinking of his cock, that I did not need anything to ease that rabbit in. I set it on max; I really don't know why they have any lower settings.
And straight in, it did wonders on my clit as I pumped it in and out so fuckin hard, I wanted to make it hurt, I found that was the best way to get maximum pleasure from these things. It vibrated and gyrated and on occasions I slipped it in and out slowly, imagining the way Raj fucked me. After quite a few pumps, I left it in deep, gripped it with my thighs, I glided both my hands along my body to my boobs. I played with my nipples, pinched them, twisted them, slapped them, oh... just the thought of when Raj emptied his load down my throat as a virgin boy gave me such a thrill.
I felt that tingle in my cunt, I was about to cum, and with both hands I grabbed the rabbit, lifted my knees up and thrust my hips in time with my plunging that rabbit hard. And ah... there it was a very welcoming orgasmic release. I slowed down and slid the rabbit in and out, my eyes were closed, and my mind went to when Raj filled me up with his youthful spunk and I had taken his virginity... Naughty girl... Naughty me!
I could write and tell you of all the times Raj came and fucked me, but the one that still sticks out is the first of many weekends his parents went away. During the week Raj had messaged me and said that his parents were going to stay with some friends for a couple of days from Friday, and would not be back till late Sunday. I immediately text back and asked him to stay over those couple of nights.
I usually went out and danced on Fridays, but I thought I would give dancing a miss on this occasion, as I had already got a tingle down there just thinking about Raj and I.
I had asked Raj to come round for something to eat at around seven that Friday evening. I had a bottle of wine ready as well. I knew he was a vegetarian, so was going to make a veggie dish for both of us.
It was around five when I got back from the shops, this gave me enough time to make my dish and have a nice hot shower. I trimmed my bush and got rid of all the unwanted hair, you know, the usual areas, arm pit, legs and around my very kissable pussy. I wanted my body to look its best, it made me feel good and I hoped it would be appreciated by Raj.
I don't know why, but I had bought some hair dye, red, a very vibrant red. Not for my head, but for lower down, you understand you know what I mean. I hoped this would be a turn on for Raj.
I put on my sexiest underwear; usually I never wore a bra at home, but just for the occasion. Not that I intended to have it on for long; a bright almost illuminating yellow bra and frilly nickers to match; a loose flowing blue skirt, above the knees and a white blouse.
I had gone downstairs and into the kitchen to check all was okay and ready. I opened the bottle of Merlot and poured myself a glass. Went into the lounge and put on some light background music.
It was just then the doorbell rang and my attention was drawn towards the clock on the wall and it was five to seven, Raj time. My face lit up like a school girl with a crush, and a hot flush ran through my body. I composed myself, looked into the mirror for a final check and went to open the door.
"Hi Raj, come in."
He walked through, dropped a small case and gave me a kiss on the lips (yes, the ones on my face!), I closed the door behind him and walked through to the lounge holding his hand.
I offered him a glass of wine, and his reply was, "Thank you Sally, but I don't drink alcohol."
Maybe this was something else I could introduce Raj to, but for the moment he drank water. As I came back with a glass of water for him he said, "You look very nice Sally," then hesitantly, "Very... sexy."
I put the glass of water down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. I rubbed his cock through his jeans saying, "Thank you Raj, you're very kind. I'll suck your cock extra hard for that compliment," and winked.
Upon which he pulled me closer to him, both his hands went straight to my arse and pulled me onto his hips. Although flaccid, I could feel his thick fat cock against me. He kissed me hard, deep and long.
When he finally let go of me I said, "My... I think you have an appetite, but it doesn't seem to be for food."
But we did, we sat and had the meal I had made, I got through almost all of the wine bottle's contents, and felt more than a little happy. Raj washed as I dried, then made our way to the sofa in the lounge.
He sat first and I was about to sit next to him, when he guided me to sit on him, straddled, facing towards him. My skirt rose up and almost exposed my bright yellow nickers. He wasted no time; he began to kiss my neck, cheeks, just all over my face; amongst deep tongue twisters. His hands were on my arse as I rocked gently back and forth and felt his raging hardon throughout.
We talked a little, but we kissed a lot, his grip on my arse had got stronger and stronger, my pussy had got wetter and wetter. I had my hands on his shoulders when we broke from a kiss. I looked at him and winked, then raised my eyes up to the ceiling. He knew what that meant as I dismounted him.
I picked up the wine glass and emptied it; he stood and we made our way up.
I was about to take my clothes off to reveal my lingerie, Raj stopped me; he gently took my hands away and started to undo my blouse. He kissed me gently as he undid each button to reveal my yellow bra. When he saw the bra, a big grin came on his face and he looked up at me. I slipped off the blouse as he kissed my neck several times, several places and sucked the top of my exposed tits.
