My name is Sunita. I am a thirty-year-old simple looking homemaker. I have a husband who is very gentle and loves me. We also have a thirteen-year-old daughter. We live in the Malad area of Mumbai.
My husband Sanjeev is around thirty-six years old and works as a manager in a bank. Sanjeev is not orthodox at all. Unlike other middle-class men, he has no objection to me talking to my male friends or college-time buddies.
Every day I drop my daughter to school by auto-rickshaw. Then after finishing vegetable and market work I return home by afternoon. One day after dropping my little girl at school I could not find an auto-rickshaw on the way back. The ones available were quoting unreasonably high fares.
After waiting for twenty minutes with no decent rickshaw in sight I decided to take the bus whose stop was near my house. Soon the bus arrived and seeing the huge crowd I almost decided not to board but having no other option I got on.
I was not used to travelling by bus and at that time both my hands were full with household items. I managed to get inside but now there was no other choice. Holding the bags in both hands I stood somehow in the middle of the crowded bus.
In front of me stood an elderly man and behind me was a college-going boy. In the jerking bus I was trapped between the two and trying my best to keep balance.
After the bus moved for some time I felt something pressing against my ass. I turned back and looked at the standing boy with raised eyebrows. The boy just shrugged his shoulders as if saying it was not intentional.
Looking at the crowd in the bus I also felt it must not have been deliberate. After all I was a forty-year-old woman and no nineteen-twenty year old boy would do such a thing with a woman of my age.
A little later I again felt something rubbing against my ass cheeks. A sudden jolt hit me when I realized the pressure was from the boy’s cock which had become rock-hard.
Where his rubbing first made me angry the same time a strange sensation also arose. The way his thick cock pressed into my ass cheeks was somehow giving me a sweet pleasure.
I was trapped in the crowded bus and seeing the situation I gave no reaction.
My silence gave the boy some courage. With the bus jerks he pressed even closer behind me. His rigid cock now rubbed against my ass more closely than before.
When his cock rubbed fully between my ass cheeks a shiver ran through my body and my breathing became heavy. I could not believe that the boy’s cock rubbing on my ass was giving me inner pleasure.
The craving for that unknown pleasure took hold so strongly inside me that I did not even realize I had pushed my body back to feel his cock more against my ass.
The boy realized that I was enjoying the touch of his cock and he started grinding his hard-as-steel length more firmly against my ass cheeks. He even pushed it between the crack of my ass.
My breathing had become very heavy. My eyes became half-closed and I started silently enjoying the full sensation. I adjusted my waist so that his cock could feel the crack between my ass cheeks better.
Seeing my movement the boy took it as welcome and for the first time he touched my ass. With his hands he caressed my ass cheeks and even pinched them.
His action made my legs go weak instantly and my pussy became dripping wet.
As the bus started slowing down near the management college stop the boy separated himself from behind me. While passing by my side to move forward he gave a naughty smile and looked at me from the corner of his eyes. But I quickly turned my eyes away.
The boy got down there and I stood controlling my heavy breathing while waiting for my stop which was a little ahead.
When my stop came I quickly got down from the bus and hurried towards my house with fast steps.
I reached home somehow and after opening the door went inside. I called security and asked them to tell my maid to come a little late.
After that I left all the bags in the drawing room and went to my bedroom. I started looking at myself in the mirror on my dressing table.
After many days I observed myself like this and felt that even after forty my body had not gone bad. There was a little weight gain but I saw myself as an attractive woman.
I started remembering the incident in the bus and the boy’s actions. Thinking that a boy half my age got attracted to me made me hot.
I removed all my clothes right there standing in front of the mirror and started touching those parts of my ass where that naughty boy’s cock had rubbed.
With the other hand I held my breasts and started caressing them. My fingers played with my nipples which were becoming stiffer and bigger with every touch.
I was getting highly aroused by my own touch. My other hand moved from my ass to my front pussy which was already soaked because of the boy’s actions and I started stroking it.
My finger slowly rubbed my swollen clit. My eyes closed now and I started jerking with waves of lust.
Remembering that cock a tingling spread in my body and I had an orgasm. It was a very strong climax. My pussy gushed out juices.
Feeling completely drained I fell on the bed just like that. My breathing was still heavy and I was surprised that I came so quickly when usually it took me fifteen-twenty minutes.
I fell asleep in the same state but the bus incident was not leaving my mind. In reality that incident had shaken me and I had liked everything inside.
Every woman wants to look attractive in men’s eyes especially when she reaches middle age. I understand there are many reasons for this. One is that advancing age makes her realize the end of her youth. Second in this age the husband gets busy in work and career so he cannot pay attention to his wife and all this affects sex life.
I remember those days clearly when I had newly married. My husband would fuck me every night. He kept me like his queen. He took care of everything.
With time our sexual desire started decreasing and whatever was inside me perhaps became invisible to him and he stopped feeling the woman inside me.
Our fucking had become very less now. Sometimes he would take me in his arms and like a chore spread my legs push his cock in my cunt fuck me and after cumming cover with sheet and sleep.
Many times I remained without orgasm and kept yearning but then I started taking help of masturbation and calmed my frustration with it.
I do not even remember now when we last fucked in any position other than missionary.
Next day after dropping my daughter to school when I moved to stop an auto-rickshaw I saw the bus coming and my feet automatically moved towards the bus stand.
With every step I was asking myself what Sunita is doing. When I reached the stand I saw the same boy from yesterday standing there. My heart came to my mouth. My heart started beating very fast and I removed my gaze from him and looked at the approaching bus.
The bus was crowded. I waited a little and boarded it. I had seen that the boy did not board until I got on. As soon as I boarded he also got on behind me.
A strange satisfaction came when the boy waited for me to board first. I stood in the middle and the boy also came and stood right behind me.
I could feel him standing behind me and immediately I felt his hand on my ass cheeks. He was caressing my ass with his palm.
Today the boy looked very confident. There was full authority in his touch. His hands kept caressing my ass throughout the journey. He pressed them and in between his fingers also felt the crack of my ass cheeks.
I let everything happen while holding my breath. I kept getting aroused inside with every action of his. With great difficulty I was controlling my breathing.
At his stop the boy rubbed against me while moving forward and got down.
After that day it became a daily thing. Now I started taking the bus daily. I would board first and no matter how crowded the boy would board only after me pushing through and come stand behind me and knead my ass cheeks.
I always wore salwar kameez but one day I decided to wear a saree which surprised my daughter also because I always dropped her in salwar kameez.
I explained to her that my sarees were getting spoiled lying unused so I decided to wear saree more. I had deliberately chosen the saree. I wanted to give that boy the feel of my bare waist. I wanted him to touch me there.
Just as I thought the boy did the same. That day instead of just caressing my ass his hands started crawling on my bare waist between my blouse and saree. The moment his hand touched my naked skin a current ran through me and my pussy became instantly soaked.
Everyone in the bus was so busy in their own world that no one had any idea what that boy was doing and I was giving him freedom.
The bus braked hard at one place so the boy fell on me from behind and with great confidence slipped his hand from back under my pallu and placed it on my breast.
My heart skipped a beat and out of fear of getting caught I moved forward away from him. He understood and placed his hands back on my ass cheeks. Until his stop came he kept pressing my ass and caressing my bare waist with his palm.
When his stop came as usual he rubbed against me while moving forward to get down but during this he patted my hand below and slipped a small paper chit into my palm.
I clutched the chit tightly in my fist. Even knowing what would be in that chit I did not have courage to read it. I was stunned and scared with unknown fear.
In the bus I was enjoying his touch but I had not expected him to do such a thing. I put that chit in my purse.
At home I kept thinking about that boy the whole time. His touching his pressing his hand on my breast everything kept burning me inside.
That night when my husband came to bed I extended my hand and clung to him. He looked at me surprised and smilingly took me in his arms.
His hands reached my breasts under my nightie and started pressing them. At that time it felt as if that boy was pressing my breasts.
When he was lifting my nightie I myself removed it completely and clung to him naked after many days. I was very hot.
I had kept my eyes closed and in every action of his I was feeling that boy. As soon as he spread my legs and pushed his cock in my pussy it went inside with a splash.
He felt the wetness of my cunt. He was fucking me and said: “Sunita today you are looking completely aroused your pussy has released so much water so quickly.”
Every thrust of his felt like that boy’s cock thrust and I was fucking him back by lifting my waist fast. I asked him to thrust harder and he also got hot and started fucking me fast.
He came after some time but after many days I climaxed during fucking. After fucking me he went to his side and slept but even after good fucking sleep was not coming to my eyes.
Only that boy’s face was floating in front of me. Once I even thought of getting up and checking the chit from my purse but I kept asking myself Sunita the boy has given his number in the chit will you call him.
But my conscience stopped me saying this is not right after a limit things can go wrong.
Next day as usual I reached the bus stand but that boy was not visible there. After some time the bus came and went but he did not come and I kept standing waiting for him.
The second bus also came and went but I did not board. I took an auto-rickshaw and went home. I had no wish to board the bus without that boy.
Throughout the way I remained worried what happened today why he did not come. His absence felt as if something had gone from my life.
The bus journey with that boy had become so much part of my daily life that without him today everything felt empty and I was also worried what happened to him.
My restlessness increased so much that I opened my purse and searched for that chit the boy had given me. There was a mobile number written on it.
Once I thought of calling him and asking why he did not come but could not gather courage.
After reaching home I lay in the room feeling low. To divert mind I switched on TV but my mind was stuck on that boy.
In that confusion I took my mobile in hand and dialed that boy’s number. Seeing the call going my courage failed and I quickly cut the mobile.
My hands were shaking I threw the mobile on the bed in front. As soon as I threw it my mobile started ringing. I picked it up and saw it was a call from the same boy he had called back.
I let the call ring in strange dilemma. I kept thinking what to do what not to do till then my mobile stopped ringing on its own.
I had the mobile in hand when he called again this time with pounding heart I picked up the call.
I put the mobile to my ear and from the other side came a hello with a very cheerful voice. I remained silent.
Then he said: “I know you have made this call.”
After pausing I asked: “Who is this?”
He laughed lightly and said: “You know who I am.”
There was mischief in his voice. By now I had controlled my nervousness. In a flat and sharp tone I said: “What do you want from me? I am a woman and not your girlfriend or something.”
He immediately said: “You are my girlfriend aunty ji.”
I immediately scolded him saying: “Do not call me aunty or anything.”
Then he said: “You consider yourself big so out of respect I called you aunty.”
The boy was sharp giving quick replies. I teased him saying: “This is the respect you wanted to show? You could not show respect in the bus.”
He replied: “What you are and what I feel you are I respect that not your age.”
I asked: “What am I? What do I seem?”
He said: “You have a sex appeal which I do not see in any other woman.”
In a mischievous tone I said to him: “What do you know about my sex appeal? You have only pinched my ass.”
He answered: “Just by touching your plump ass cheeks I got an idea of everything else.” Along with this came the sound of a kiss.
I asked: “What is this?”
He said: “A kiss for my new girlfriend.”
I laughed and said: “You are calling me your girlfriend? I am a married woman mother of a thirteen year old daughter.”
He said carelessly: “Leave these things you are my darling.”
Avoiding the topic I asked him: “Why did you not come today?”
He threw the question back on me: “You missed me.”
I replied quickly: “No, are you mad?”
From the other side he said tauntingly: “Then why did you call?”
I also said: “You had given the number so I called.”
On my answer he said very slowly: “I did not come today to know whether you miss me or not. My guess was right my darling misses me.” Saying this he laughed like a child.
I was talking and had no idea where the talk was going I was just enjoying talking to him.
Our further conversation happened like this.
I asked: “What do you want to do?”
He replied: “I want to meet and take you in my arms.”
I said: “Why are you after me? You will get much more sexy and young girls.”
He said: “I do not like girls. I like mature women.”
I asked: “How many mature women do you know till now?”
He said: “None, only felt in fantasy till now. I have not come so close to anyone as I have come to you and done.”
I said: “Listen I will not meet you understand. I have a happy married life and I will not spoil it for you.”
He replied: “Okay I will wait for your yes.”
I said: “No way. Are you coming tomorrow?”
He asked: “Where? At your home?”
I said: “No stupid, in the bus.”
He said: “Absolutely be ready for ass massage.”
We both laughed on this.
He added: “Listen do not wear panty tomorrow.”
I said: “What?”
He said: “Oh ho do not wear panty inside saree tomorrow.”
I said: “Am I mad?”
Saying this I cut the mobile.
The story will continue further.