I have read so many stories on the net and now that I too have enjoyed so much I want to give back some. It is not that I am a nympho but when the husband doesn't satisfy one has to look out of the marriage. Men tend to think everything is going on fine if they fuck once every week for 5 minutes till they have shagged in the women. I was once the cum dustbin for such a man.
I was married 10 years ago to a consultant engineer who would be traveling all the time making the money for us. The time he was at home the routine would be a fast screw with me having raised my sari, he would get on top of me shove his cock painfully into my dry hole and sleep as soon as he had cum into it.
It was during one of our trips to another city that we were to stay for 6 months that we used to have visitors. His colleagues would drop in as the matters had to be sorted out in a team. During that time I met Sharma, he was the team leader for the company, which had called my husband as consultant. He would have to be spending odd hours with my husband, as he knew the problem areas, which needed my husband's expertise.
On one such visit as I was serving them snacks in the study he gently caressed my ass. I was shocked but didn't dare turn around. My husband had his face in the charts on the table and he didn't notice at all. I was so angry that Sharma would try such a thing.
As I kept thinking about it I began to relax thinking maybe it was a mistake and I should just let it go. And more I thought about it the more I felt stupid. But then I started to realize that I was feeling horny thinking about it, did I actually want him to touch me. It had been 2 weeks since any sexual act had been committed. Well the next day they were at it again and I as usual went in to give the tea and snacks, as I placed the tray, yes undoubtedly Sharma squeezed my ass, this time hard. I felt scared this time having realized that this was real he was really squeezing my ass sitting right next to my husband. My husband was hunched over the table and didn't notice anything. I couldn't do anything and this sent the wrong signal to Sharma.
I came back to the kitchen as flushed but hot as hell. I had never been touched with so much lust. I wanted more. I went in again, this time to pick up the tray and as expected again Sharma was at my ass.
This became a routine, as now I would make more and more trips into the study. Linger around more than necessary and Sharma got bolder. He would caress my ass cheeks from behind; sometimes try to stick his fingers in between my ass. I started wearing thin saris without petticoat so he had good access to me big ass. All the times I would come out of the study I would have a wet pussy. But all this time Sharma never looked at me, his eyes would be on the papers in front where my husband was writing or showing stuff.
More he did it more I wanted. Guess he too wanted it, which wouldn't want to fuck a woman who has big tight boobs, a sexy figure with nice big ass. And the thing about fucking other mans wife is the ultimate for men I have heard. Here I was all ready, as the men wanted it. Big tits, big ass, good height and married too.
As usual my husband had to go for procurement of the required material. I was feeling horny sitting alone in the house.
The bell rang, I opened the door and as expected it was Sharma. He didn't have to say anything; he walked behind me as I led him to the bedroom. Once inside I locked the door and dropped my pallu of the sari. Sharma was quick to get the hint as he stepped up to me and started opening my blouse buttons, which were fastened in front. I was burning with lust as I wanted him to hurry up but he took his time as he peeled off my blouse slowly. He let the blouse hang on my shoulder as he took hold of my bra-covered tits. It was the first time another man than my husband was touching my nipple and they reacted to it so quick. They were hard and poked out of the bra. Sharma bent a little and put his face into my cleavage pressing my boobs from both sides to squash his face in them. I put my hands behind me and unclasped the bra hooks, removing the blouse and bra together. Sharma took one nipple in his mouth and the other one he was pinching between his thumb and index finger. I could feel my pussy leaking already.