I had this amazing experience five years ago, and I still remember it vividly. I was 28 years old, and I had been happily married for two years. My wife and I didn’t have any major issues. We were intimate at least three times a week. But I was still not satisfied. I’m not a sex maniac. I’m just a good-looking guy. I get a lot of attention from women, and that made me imagine having sex with some of them. Fantasizing about having sex with other women made me very sexually excited. Sometimes, when I was too horny, I used to have sex with my wife five to six times a week. But when she was not in the mood for sex, I would masturbate, fantasizing about having sex with some unknown woman who had shown interest in me. It was not a complete solution, but it helped. So, I had developed a habit of secretly admiring beautiful women whenever I got a chance. It was during this phase of my life when I met Aunty.
It all started one pleasant evening after I returned home early from the office. My wife suggested we go to Saharaganj Mall, Lucknow. I agreed, and we headed out.
My wife and I were dressed casually. She was wearing black jeans and a Kurti. I was wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt. People often looked at us because we were a good-looking couple. I’m 5 feet 11 inches tall and fair-skinned, well-built, and usually sport a trimmed short beard, which I think makes me appear masculine. My wife is 5 feet 6 inches tall, fair, and attractive. She moves elegantly and looks modern. Her pretty face and toned body make some men ogle at her, but I don’t mind because I also check out other women.
So that day, I was strolling leisurely with my wife in the mall and scanning the crowd for beautiful women. I was getting the attention I usually got from women, but none of them were worth remembering and masturbating to later.
We went to the second floor, where my wife wanted to use the washroom. After she went to the washroom, I waited in the corridor outside. There were three women, two men, and a few children waiting there. One of the women caught my attention. From where I stood, I could only see her right side. She was looking at her phone and smiling. She was dressed in a yellow-colored saree. She was almost as tall as my wife. She had fair skin, and her face had a healthy glow. She appeared to be in her early 40s, but she was very attractive.
I was checking her out, hoping to get a view of her front and back, when she suddenly turned and looked straight at me, as if she had sensed my eyes on her. I thought she may have guessed that I’d been checking her out and pretended like I was just looking. I maintained eye contact without showing guilt. We looked into each other’s eyes for about 10 seconds before she smiled as if she knew I was attracted to her. With a shy expression on her face, she turned her head towards the washrooms.
I had heard that if a woman looks into a man’s eyes for more than two seconds, it’s a sign of interest and attraction. So, I continued looking at her, hoping she would look at me again. But she turned her back towards me as a man came out of the men’s washroom. I guessed he was the man she’d been waiting for. The guy looked older than her. I ignored him and continued observing her back. Her wavy, waist-length black hair was neatly styled half-up and half-down. Her shoulders had a gently sloped curve and a bit of fullness around the upper arms. Her waist was slim, and her hips were about the same width as her shoulders, giving her body a balanced top and bottom look. Her saree was clinging to her plump bottom, revealing the shape and curves of her large round ass cheeks. As she turned around to walk with the man, I got a good look at her face and the front side of her body. She had a round, cute face, eye-catching breasts, a slim waist with a slightly protruding belly, and curvy hips. The saree was draped perfectly around her body, outlining her hourglass figure. She looked like a hot aunty—a very fuckable hot MILF. I took a mental picture of her, hoping to remember her beauty and jerk off for a few days.
As she walked past me, she looked at me again. Hmm…is she interested in me? I thought. I turned and looked at her back as she walked with the old guy. She didn’t turn to look at me until they reached the end of the corridor. Then, she turned and smiled at me. I understood her repeated glances and smiles could be a very strong indicator of interest. I was so excited, I wanted to run after her and ask for her phone number.
My wife returned from the washroom, and we started shopping again. While my wife was busy window shopping, I was looking around hoping to spot the hot aunty again. I couldn’t find her anywhere. My wife entered a shop and asked the sales person for a dress. The sales person helped her and she got busy looking at various dresses to buy. I lost patience. I told my wife I’ll quickly buy a few electronic items and return to the same shop. She agreed because she was on one of her major dress shopping sprees. I ran down the escalator to the ground floor, guessing Aunty could be exiting the mall. I looked around, and luckily I saw her entering a shop that was near the exit. I sighed with relief and entered the shop.
I spotted Aunty at the men’s clothing section. The guy with her was looking at jackets. I went close to them and pretended to check shirts. She saw me and lifted her eyebrows as if she was asking, What are you doing here?
I didn’t react. Luckily, the guy she was with turned to her and said something. She said something to him, and he walked away to the trial rooms holding a few jackets.
I boldly went closer to her and said, “Hi, ma’am. Please give me your phone number. I’ll call you later.”
She hesitated, looking afraid. So, I said, “Okay. If you are afraid, take my number and call me later.”
She took her phone from her handbag and said, “Hurry up. My husband will be back soon.”
I gave her my phone number. She entered my number on her phone and saved it. I asked her to give me a missed call. She said she’ll call me later and urged me to go before her husband returns. Understanding her fear, I walked away.
I went to the second floor. My wife was still selecting dresses. She was surprised I’d finished shopping so soon. I told her I couldn’t find the items I wanted to buy. After she finished shopping we went home.
The rest of the day I waited anxiously for her call. The evening passed away, and by 9pm, I gave up hope. I fondled my wife, hoping to have sex with her, but she said she was tired after shopping. I went to the bathroom and jerked off in the shower, imagining fucking the hot aunty.
After jerking off and having a good shower, I felt relieved. I had dinner with my wife, and we went to the bedroom. I lay next to my wife watching videos on the phone. At about 11pm I was feeling sleepy when I received a message: “Hi.” It was from an unknown number.
I sent a reply message: “Hi.”
I received a message: “I am free now. Call me.”
I guessed that it would be the hot aunty. I was excited. I slowly got down from the bed and went to another room. I called, and after two rings I heard her say, “Hello.”
I recognized her voice. “Hello. It’s so nice to hear your sweet voice again,” I said.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“Akash,” I replied, giving her my real name.
“How old are you?” she asked.
“28,” I said, hoping she doesn’t hang up.
She chuckled.
“What’s your sweet name?” I asked her.
“Malini Aunty,” she said.
“Is Aunty your second name?” I asked, jokingly.
“Well…it is my second name for youngsters like you,” she said and chuckled.
“Nice name, Malini Aunty.” I joked again.
She laughed softly and asked why I gave her my phone number. I told her she was really attractive and interesting, and I wanted to be her friend.
She told me that she’d never had male friends after getting married, and if her husband found out, he’d be very furious. I reassured her that we could be secret friends and made her feel more comfortable. She seemed to trust me, so we kept talking.
She told me she married early at 24 and had two children, ages 18 and 16. She claimed she had a good relationship with her children and husband, and they were a happy family.
I asked her why she had smiled at me in the mall. She admitted that the moment she saw me, she had been impressed by my good looks.
She wanted me to tell her more about myself, my wife, and my profession. I told her I am a manager and owner of a real estate agency. My wife is an ex-model and a housewife. And we were not yet prepared to have children. She was impressed that I was already running a business and married at a young age. I told her that I was impressed by her beauty, especially given that she had two children, ages 18 and 16.
She then revealed that her husband didn’t care about her looks. He is six years older than her and very disinterested in physical intimacy with her. I told her she didn’t have to worry about that anymore because I could satisfy her needs. She just laughed.
We spoke only for ten minutes that day, but I felt like I had known her for a long time.
After the first call, we talked every day and realized we had a strong chemistry. One day, she told me if she had been young and unmarried, she would have married me. I told her we don’t have to be married to be in love. She agreed, and we began having phone sex just after chatting on the phone for one week. After two weeks, I suggested we should meet. She hesitantly agreed. We decided to meet in the same mall at a mutually convenient time.
On the day we had decided to meet, I reached the mall early and waited for her in a restaurant where we had agreed to meet at 11:30am. She didn’t come in time, which made me a bit anxious, but when I saw her after five minutes, she took my breath away. She was walking gracefully towards the entrance of the restaurant, dressed in an orange-colored semi-transparent saree. Her boobs bounced, and her hips swayed side to side. She entered the restaurant, and I waved at her. She smiled, brightening up my day. I stood up, controlling my desire to hug her. I greeted her and asked her to have a seat opposite to me. We sat and had small talk before ordering chai and samosas.
After our order was served, we ate and talked. She told me about her problems with her husband. She explained that as he aged, he had become highly philosophical and detached from worldly pleasures, spending long hours meditating and losing interest in physical intimacy with her. I felt sorry for her and assured her that I’ll try my best to satisfy her. She thanked me for understanding and wiped tears from her eyes. I suggested we leave the mall and spend time together in a hotel room. She fought back tears and looked at me suspiciously. I requested her to give me a chance to make her feel better. She smiled and nodded her head.
By the time we finished drinking chai, I had booked a room in a luxury hotel with a phone app. I confirmed the booking with her, and she was happy. I told her to wait for me in the restaurant, and I’ll quickly buy condoms from a chemist in the mall. She said condoms won’t be necessary because she trusts me, and she can’t become pregnant, as she has reached menopause. I was excited I didn’t have to use condoms.
I paid the bill, and we left the restaurant. We went to the basement parking and got into my car. She sat on the front passenger seat. I turned and looked at her. She looked a bit tense. To calm her, I told her I want to kiss her. She looked at me and gave me a shy smile. I moved closer, kissed her lips, and moved my head back a little to see her reaction. The yearning expression on her face told me she needed lot of love and sex. That’s exactly what I wanted to give her. So I moved back and got ready to drive.
After a 30-minute drive, we reached the hotel. I parked the car, and we got out. As we entered, she said she was impressed by the large hotel lobby. We went to the reception, and I got the key card to the room. We took the elevator to the floor where the room was located. We got out of the elevator, and we walked in the empty corridor. I put my right hand around her waist and pulled her closer to me. She laughed and said, “You need more patience.”