Indian Wife Swarna

My name is Swarna. Am 28yrs old housewife living in Chennai. Am slightly white in skin color with a little bit of fat in my tummy. I am tall at 5'11 with 34DD boobs and shiny black hair till my midriff. You could say I am a homely woman with a sexy body .

My husband Santhosh (32yrs) is a system admin in one of the software companies in Siruseri. We got married 2yrs ago through our family circle. We had lots of safe sex during the starting period. We decided not to have a child till he earned big.

My husband does the 9:00am-7:00pm shift at work. During those hours I feel so bored. I try to pass time by watching TV or surfing the net for new movies. Since our home is located in the outskirts of Chennai with lesser number of houses surrounding us, I had no one to gossip with. Most of the time after doing household work, I visit my relatives and friends to gossip about our daily life events.

During the early days as a couple, we used to have sex twice a day throughout the week which lowered to thrice a week now. You could say I was satisfied with him. He was never aggressive nor a lame dick. He liked to lick and finger my pussy, and watch me squirm under his fingers. We tried various postures in different parts of our house, and made sure both of us were satiated while having sex.

I usually wear saree tucked in slightly below the navel. On one of those fateful days, after meeting my friends I boarded a fully occupied bus which meant I had to travel home standing. I anticipated it to be crowded at the next stop since it was one of the busiest junctions. At the next stop several hawkers boarded the bus along with a woman with her produce(fish) and scales.

When the bus was about to move on, a heavily built man with a backpack on his shoulder and a trolly on the other hand, boarded the bus. My guess was that he must be returning from his hometown. The bus conductor gave him the ticket and asked him to move forward so that more people can board the bus at next stop. The man trudged through the crowd to where I was standing.

He placed the trolly and backpack on the side of a nearby seat and started wiping the sweat on his face. His skin tone was light brown in color. He looked well built with muscular arms and chiselled chest.

The bus ride seemed to be going well until the driver took a tight turn. The bus lurched sideways and forwards. The muscular man was thrown off balance, and fell on me.

Pachhk!!

His lips landed on my shoulder while he fumbled to hold onto a railing by the side.

I felt a chill run down my spine. This was the first time a man other than my husband had touched me of any sorts. I felt like giving him one on the face(slap), but when I saw his ashen face I didnt have the heart to do so. He apologised profusely with a sheepish smile. The ride went on well for another 15mins maybe.

The traffic signal 15mtrs ahead flashed from red to green, the bus driver gunned the bus forward thinking of crossing the signal before it turns red again. We were close to crossing the signal when suddenly the bus jolted to a stop.

A pedestrian had tried to cross the road when the signal was green. The bus driver started to cuss at him.

Everyone standing in the bus where pushed forward by the sudden brake. This time the man behind me stood steady, but I was losing my balance because of the saree and was about to trip forwards when I felt someone catching hold of me.

The man behind me had his muscular arm spread over my soft and smooth navel, firmly holding me back from falling. All the hair on my neck stood up due to the action going on. I felt a tingling sensation in my loins due to his little finger nudging the spot below my navel.

He leaned forward, his lips near my earlobe, asking me "are you okay madam?"

His lips were touching my ears, sending wrong signals all over my body. I stood there blankly. He stooped low to my face and asked me again "madam are you okay?"

In a trance, I turned a little bit towards the side to see him. He was taller than me, his skin brownish with big black eyebrows long nose and thin lips. I was standing there in the middle of the bus staring at his lips when I felt something poking at the back.

I had smacked on to his cock while turning making his cock poke into me. Feeling embarrased, he leaned on my shoulder breathing sharply over my neck. His breathing sent little drops of sweat rolled down my face flowing down my neck into the valley between my breasts making my nipples erect. All this happened in a few seconds. In a husky voice, I replied

"haannn.."

We stood there in the middle of the bus like that for a few seconds. He gently removed his hand and moved back a little leaving a void in my loins.

This was the first time I had felt something deep inside me with a person other than my husband. I felt hot yet conflicted of my feelings for another person. While I was deep in thought about it, I heard the conductor shout "karanai". My bus stop had come. Before alighting I turned back to see him. His eyes too seemed to have followed me. Feeling shy I alighted swiftly.

While walking home thinking about it I realised that he knew where I dropped off but I didnt know where he drops off.

After reaching home, I closed the front door, went to my room, took off my clothes and stood infront of the dressing table mirror buck naked. I tightly clasped my boobs, squeezing it . Feeling horny, I twisted and twirled my bud like nipples till it became erect sending a sensation through my spine.

After kneading my breasts, I turned sideways accentuating my breasts and butt. I cupped my ass with one hand feeling the soft and supple skin while my other hand played with my nipples.

I stood there rubbing my ass and mouthing a sigh as I dreamt of how the guy's cock felt nudging my ass. After a few minutes I turned facing the mirror with my left hand rubbing the outer folds of my pussy while my right hand circled the areola slowly closing in on the nipple. One of the fingers brushed past the nipple sending erotic signals to my brain.

On the other hand the middle finger of my left hand had its own agenda pushing in and out of my pussy like a piston.

I quickly ran to the kitchen naked without any concerns for my neighbors (atleast 5mtrs away) catching me nude. Opening the fridge I took out the largest carrot washed it and bit the pointy end of the carrot. I ran back to my bathroom.

Leaning on the shower cubicle wall with my pussy and legs jutting out, I started shoving the carrot in my pussy thinking about the man's thick arm on my navel.

I closed my eyes imagining just me and him, standing in the cubicle nude with his thick arms tightly wound around my ass. He starts kneading it and pressing my body towards him with his cock between my legs.

I could see the lust in his eyes, the urgent need to conquer me. He starts spooning me slowly. He kisses me on the forehead, moves down gives a peck on nose and then swoops down to take my lips. His tongue enters my mouth sucking my tongue and ravishing it.

Feeling aroused, he starts spooning me vigorously. Pre-seminal fluid starts dripping from my pussy. Seeing that, he starts humping more crazily with lust. I start squirming, shaking and writhing holding on tightly to him. He rams continuously till we reach the crescendo.

I started convulsing with my vaginal fluids flowing out copiously. I could barely stand with all my nerves wrecked. I lay on his chest while he held on to me firmly.

That was when I came back to reality. The carrot was still in my hands but it was gooey with my vaginal fluids. I was not satisfied with carrot, I wanted a real cock but I had to do with it until my husband came home.

After washing myself down there, I came out of the bathroom, changed myself into a nighty and threw the carrot in the bin. I had another one hour before my husband came. I started preparing dinner early so that me and my husband could spend quality time later.

Author's note: This is my first time writing an adult story so pls bear with me.