To begin, I should introduce myself, my name is Fareeda and I am an Indian woman in my mid 30s and have been married to Kareem, a compassionate and loving man for over 10 years. I've always been considered quite attractive with my light brown skin, long black hair, big dark eyes and sweet smile but most men seem to find my smooth figure with it's full rounded ass and ample breasts most appealing. Anyways, I've never suffered from a lack of attention even though I had never encouraged it.
My husband, Kareem is a businessman, and a very good one actually but as is often the case here in India, it became necessary for him to travel abroad and stay away for extended periods of time, however the reward was that we had now become fairly wealthy. As you can imagine, the downside was that my sex life consisted of long months where the only relief from my erotic tension came from my imagination and my own ministrations.
Naturally, he understood my need, and upon arriving home for a short stay, mentioned to me that at times he had found it necessary to seek relief from the local prostitutes where he traveled and that he was fine with the idea of me enjoying a sexual partner in his absence as well. Of course we had always been very open with each other, and I was well aware of his activities with the girls in other countries, but had been reluctant to allow myself the same pleasure and explained this to him. I believe he was concerned that my abstinence would eventually cause me to develop a resentment towards him and although I hated to admit it, at times I could see this occurring. At least this time he was going to be home for a month and we took full advantage of it, if one didn't know better it would have seemed that we were on our honeymoon.
As the days went past, he brought up the subject of my need for a sexual partner several times but I always dismissed the idea thinking I should just endure the situation and take comfort in the idea that this was my contribution to securing our financial future. Besides, I felt uncomfortable with the idea of experiencing intimacy with a strange man even though the thought of it caused me to feel strangely sensual and aroused. Before long however, the subject came up again one morning and this time I decided to share with my husband the feelings I was experiencing. "Well," he said with an understanding look "I've been thinking of asking you to try something, come with me hon."
I walked with him to the bus stop not far from our house and on the way he explained how women passengers on these crowded buses were often groped by men and because everyone is pushed together there was not much one could do about it. He suggested that rather than resist it, I should allow it and accept that I was an attractive and hot woman that men would want to engage with. I told him I was a little scared but I would try it and as soon as I decided to play this game, I felt that familiar tingling of arousal. "Don't worry honey I'll be on the bus with you, but we will pretend we're not together." In a few minutes the bus arrived but was not yet filled so I had a seat on the aisle while my husband moved some distance away.
At the next stop a large group of people got on and it wasn't long before a middle aged man, standing in the aisle maneuvered his way to my side. Obviously he wanted to appear inconspicuous and as the bus bumped and lurched along, I could feel him rubbing his now hardening member against my upper arm. Apparently he wasn't wearing any underwear because I could see a small damp spot appearing on his pants from his arousal. I found myself getting quite excited and rather enjoyed the fluttering in my stomach, unfortunately, he got off at the next stop.
At this point I got up to allow an elderly woman to have my seat and found myself standing in front of a man probably in his mid 40s, he was a good looking man and this time I chose to initiate the seduction. Very slowly, almost imperceptibly, I moved backwards until I could feel my butt just grazing his hand which he had at his side, now I let the motion of the bus do the work as I let my ass move back and forth over his hand. He shifted his position slightly and now had his hand resting between the cheeks of my nice round butt and since I was wearing a saree and a thong, there was not much separating his hand from my flesh. mmmmmm It was like an exciting adventure into the world of eroticism. I suppose because I made no move to stop his advances, he wanted to see how much I would allow and now positioned himself in such a way that his growing erection was firmly planted between my fleshy globes.
I glanced at my husband and we exchanged smiles since he could clearly see what was going on and was happy at my acceptance of it. As we rocked and lurched along the rough road, he took each opportunity to press himself more firmly into me. Perhaps it was a growing lust that took over my behavior, but I decided to take this one step further and slowly moved my hand behind me and grasped his now fully erect penis. I know it took him by surprise because I heard a sudden gasp in my ear. I couldn't believe I had done this.
Here I was on a public bus caressing the hard cock of a complete stranger and although no one could see what was happening, I was on fire and could feel the moisture gathering in my pussy. I began stroking this stranger's cock through his pants and felt a sense of power in my sexuality. I stroked him for a little longer before he had to get off at his stop and I watched as he walked away covering the bulge in his trousers with his briefcase.
Arriving back home, Kareem and I each poured ourselves a glass of wine and sat down to chat about that morning's adventure. "Well Fareeda you seemed to be getting more comfortable with your adventures in flirtation, you left that last fellow in a real state of suspended desire," chuckling at his use of words.
"I know, I would have never imagined I would do such a thing and yet I felt so alive and vital." "Maybe we could do that again, you know I'm comfortable with it as long as you're nearby."
He gave me a thoughtful look before saying "I think we can try something a little bolder." I started getting that nervous twinge again, then he continued "there's an old theater on the other side of town where people often go to find sexual hook-ups." "We'll go there tomorrow and see if you can get a little more intimate with someone than today, maybe give them a hand job in the dark." Again I felt that churning of excitement inside mixed with a little fear.
The next afternoon found us in an old, rundown theater that played mostly B movies at a discount. Kareem had given me a condom to contain the cum in the event I found what I was looking for. The theater was not very crowded so we selected a couple of seats next to an athletic looking young man and hoped for the best.
